Don't ever test my intelligence I'll peal your skin back with no relevance and sleep in your carcass so revenant write 777 in your thoracic with your unholy pathic deviance not even Sherlock will see the gleam of this quintessential evidence so stay Holmes and remanence the consequence of my forth coming apocalypse with a needle to your Botox lips and hold your throat till you symbolize crypts while I eat your azul thoughts with chips your half full don't try to out shine my solar eclipse I'll break you down off rips have you on corner with a cup no tips only boss is pimps need an arthroplasty from your blown out hips step to the crafty I'm chiseled in the hieroglyphs you swung and whiffed believe me your superior intelligence is a swing and myth...
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PoetryMy everyday writings about the world in my eyes good or bad, bright or dark, but they are all mine! Very Rough and Very Raw! Also very little punctuation!
