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It's like an Isosceles
polygon or how the
bomb will leave us blank
without any canned goods
for target practice-------

OH, How I long for a taste
of you in me - that sweet
butter of yours on my lips
would endure endless
coincidences on a parade
of mobile recordings to
incriminate all Kings and
Queens when they stumble before
mainstay's verbatim.