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2026-06-01
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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