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I had to quickly whisk
So that every move I risk
Was seen and felt on whisky
Upon the face of the sky...
The referee blew his whistle
We lovers of pain we wrestle
Just to see our ❤️ whelp
In order for the love to help
The grave of his whetstone
Has stones of tombstone
Perfection is not seen in
The locomotion of the zeal
Its life is eal...
Lost are zany
Found are many
Perfection is not practical
The whore dances to the night
Christians dances to the light
Equality is not kissed.
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"Just playing with words"
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