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The sorts
moon bloody red
as my poonani about to be
yellow oval egg
fully captivating me
u can leave
please don't stay
I won't beg
pound my feelings into sand
where things make sense in this players land
no hands walking me through
can't lay in your arms
no belly to warm me
just good lucks given out to warn me
no good night my loves
no boasting to none who you love
I'm in none of the sorts right now
so I chase the lake to write it down
all that I've been finding out
the ways of man and how u sink
if you live your life giving them a second think
u better use your third eye
or pray for the right mind so you'll find your right in time
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