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Rhythmic fragments and verses.
Some birds don't make out all year long, sad fellas.
I'm not the file in this poem. You should see my nails; they are beautiful and aware of the keyboard.
I spoke to no one yesterday, not a single stranger.
I take up lime, then I purge colours underneath my skin.
Don't you know a poet could never be just his words; he's also his walls.
No gang with no hang time!
Lofty as velvety thought sheets; real as the love from the brain.
Your rewards, my yeaning.
I hope my poems are yours, just as my rewards are mine.
If it's all the same, you might be convinced that you've seen it all.
DEDUCTED FROM EVERY ITEM.
VAULT VOLUME HAS OVERRIDDEN STANDARD PRICING.