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Sunday, December 11
Now I'm hungry for a hot tranny
Let's talk longings primitive instinct
Elements meet forever they're linked
Life's just endless rethink, looks like
Your march rages onward hoodwinked
Fiery spirits serious ghostings
Energy surge and violent smoke rings
And I'm wont to choke things looks like
Pious hearts shall outbeat most things
You are a most animal being
Equally breathing, doing, seeing
Glimpse of Toucan fleeing looks like
Cosmos dance existence freeing
Now I'm hungry for a hot tranny
Ready to go; can't break a twenty
She can shake a fanny looks like
I chalked up a few too many
I've done worse than cover up numbers
Nonetheless I'm cool as cucumbers
Life is strength in numbers looks like
Endings loom for golden slumbers
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