Play old drooling: foolish – living; its stupid a
Student came long from stewardship, stooped a low; pray I’m full for it
Foot in a loop – bruising my boots, shoe fit with my newer sh#t
Food in a trench – soup and it stenches the temple, ruins sip
Brewing lead – raiding some tomb and grown for my pencil; I’m
Pepped on a truant tangent, bound to when I bold my pen through
Depth in my beanstalk grape vine, foundation grown once it stems through
Stepping stones for a Jackal laid perfectly for the pedal, foe
Level head – “no” to patience – left a loss of friends, paying for lot of
Doses, many trembles at cost of pens, walks catch every
Glimpse of a f#cking second lent and wasted for a settled n#gg#
Sick; done coughed on rusted mettle, roughened too heavy not for
Little time, limit bevel, better lopsided; Lychee
Beverage Mogu’s bottles bent in, scouting down my tooth, dental
Decay fighting speeches hence my typing, times I’m serious when I
Write; snipe delirium in my nights, my temple clearing, really
Dry; wake to fears of forceful joyfulness – having a
Mouthful of f#cking cotton sets
Mouthful of looping cotton sets – lost my senses, hard to speak it’s
Too late, lips are always cracked beside a toothache – always
Evil in my residence, Leon in my credit with a
Weapon done embedded, what a pencil I’m still dreaded by
Deadbeat larynx I’m still letting in, let it sit, still fed with
Nothing, nothing, nothing; I repeat because I meant it
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