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cried a lot during the journey now feeling nice

the ride held the tears, city does the rest

when i touchdown it's a fest but why does my poetry sound like rap

i go hard put me on a test

running laps around these fools while they nap

sex in the city and that's that

i'm the hardest one coming ass fat,

not mine, hers, time to give it a rest

her breast, i protest

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