POEM: The Straight of Whore Muse

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The Straight of Whore Muse

He got bent
As he loved soully strait lyin’s
Neither hear nor their
A twister
In a whirled screwed
At lust, getting
Win of what
Base meant
He is going down
To the hell wore
Buy kings with nothing abut
A dress
Over his ahead
Soully no’ing
The true meaning
Of hittin’ everything
As moving

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