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 Dec 2019
Cyclone
See these sunny meditations are never handing its style with grace, proven to be funny when understanding the smiling face, spoon of honey not rich in money but rich in taste, though even in the come up, the tummy's hungry but some will say, "I'm definite, inspect my definition and correct your steps, my every breath is left, if deaf, your death will be my mission, you had said there be no *******, but to me, you see the way I prep with skeptical envy, so let me free my glee and step to you, you will respect me, better yet, you will respect my grind and mind just how I checked thee, expect my Tec to wreck your neck with pecks that disconnect thee, you got your final words before I serve to you my best spree, b?",.................... "In fact I do, I sniff a myth in you, you hold your grip but in your lips you spit your stiff, I'm saying if I lift, you'd shift and drift your mind from **** that most just had a fifth of you, your fad is bad but mostly sad, I'm stabbing at the ***** in you, this has a twist we all could list, but **** I'd risk a lengthy disc, so ****** assisting stickiness, you'd listen just to rank me tanked and shank my flank and crank your bank", making but no sedation, style less than funny, tried the sunny meditation, but his face, granting for that understanding, starts demanding for a taste, richer than money, summing up the hungry tummy yearning for the rich, can of self-ambitious, HONEY.
 Dec 2019
Cyclone
If clever wordplay deserves pay, what will this Earth say, asking mother nature later caters in her way, the third day, still ******, urgent to earn it, calm down with your palms round town to serve it behind the curtain, with the strive, was you alive, or too amused by the motion, never noticing how to drive until deprived, five facts enacts bad news, uncircumcised, human eyes replies used, with you accused, excuse me, I'm thinking ooh-wee!, you and me?, you me, and I'm your groupie, smoothly, do me, until dawn, never tired till I stop moaning, groaning with yawns, was turned on, a con's only pro is ***, getting high from the low then around we go, but never know, yo, have you heard getting better pay, with that ***** **** that is wetter from your spurred play, NOW THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SAY, NO WORDPLAY.
 Dec 2019
Cyclone
Personality, worst occurrence, first fatality, all before the search of how I can just earn my salary, looks aren't flattery, cursed assault would fault to battery, I can't halt, with salt, no sugar, it is full of nascency, now you laugh at me, epitaph of haunt will not define me, though at first I'm baffled by the wrath that once would mind me, time me till my prime, through every rhyme I learned to find me, life is like a rap although at times it cannot climb me, a skill that fills your will but drills the bill and killed the cable, I start to stress and question have I lessened or not able, to label my cradle as safe or nearly fatal, intuition stuck with malnutrition, where's my navel, ladle me the quintessential villain while I'm on the table, confused, abused, only stable by my one potential, zzz, snooze!, but really knew I'd loose by the one thing, fuse, into the man that first was scattered free, mature and then endure, for the PURE PERSONALITY TO EARN ME.
 Dec 2019
Cyclone
Respected, elected with ***** eclectic pieces, I form my thesis to seek this repeated beat of my weakness, deleted peeps means my deepness is somewhat steep, but to preach it unleashes breaching my creeping, for peaking the inner weakling, now breathing I take my life back, you say I'm not right, incite that, why must you bite, tightening lightning onto a man that is fighting, if you were frightening, enlightening would not be one of my options, I'd die shame, thinking stopping would drop and flop all the cautions.

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