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the lass was waiting at the end of the aisle and

she walked closer, until her skin turned

darker.  The sexy man was waiting

with manners carved out of stone.

The hammers to the

anvil are leaning towards the

earth’s core.  with life

that is muddled in

the lakes, a baby was born

out of soil, wet earth.  you knew

that you were afraid of the way that

he was pimpin’.  I can’t see you

because you run so fast.

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