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Silhouette's a map with a style, our team, running with the lamp in the nighttime, feral rats, kings, and queens.
Thrill, shrunken with a bucket of pennies, I'ma drag my sneakers through the dirt like alligator bellies, ‘til the cloud burst, honor and a loud thirst.
Alex up the street called, said he saw a bobcat, check your trash can lids, notify your comrades.
Ease back; let a heart thump echo normalcy for 10, let the back burner boiling point descend, I race the derby in the first heat (strike personal) Strike personal space with the most utterly putrid version of grace.
Bliss in a barrel and motivation in a basket, Imma cast it out to sea and wait for my karma to grasp it.