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Them Poet Bones

Them Poet Bones

These poet bones ' they smoked the water in the hazel morning 
This pen might spew out illicitly wicked , bullet breathe without warning 
Two years in a bucket , two tears sounding trumpets these poet bones walk today .

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Phar Awaye

Thank you so much brother ! I write as much as God allows me ?

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