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Stable, quick stick note flickered a picture of the prick whom choked snorting coke.
Sick bloke broke hope, refusing to cope.
But nope, no known way to jump this slope.
It’s dope to know where to go to probe and let go.
If so, he’ll let flow drive slow and let know.
Although the cold wind blows through the car window.
Withering and lost, the cost of splintering losses.
Fickle the frail bearing of a hindering cross.
A tale of slithering frost.
Paused, tossed to the tail, but rose hell for betrayal.
Prevailed and set sail.
To the sunset, set for the sun set over the ocean.