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Cunabear & Steel Tipped Dove

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I’m skeptical of greener grass pastures passed with a glance  Promised futures fusion-danced into a timeline with an unrelated past Chronos chrono-crossing homie-hopping at the portal point but nonetheless I dapped up pastors at the anointment station screaming silently for patience and a new frame for an old canvas Ushered forward towards the escape pod and jettisoned into a mutual care extravaganza Greeted my Earth with a kiss  We don’t linger we slip into the room between the walls where every hallway is twisted to avoid death pain and sickness Moans enriching touch, in the heat of the lust pussy got me defying god in the name of everything I trust The final thrust, fall through the floor, the core and out the other side of the mantle and crust Star dust to star dust True Masters of The Art Of Dying Well The shadow of a bold new enigma burning sigils on my thighs Eyes open wide in a dark room quite like drowning in the bliss of the dream She's a piece of art, pin her against the wall A mural in the land of understanding everything is everything  Nothing you bless others with is a gift too small  Abundance To Us All Abundance To Us All All I wanna do is spit onomatopoeia, slow and steady like froyo in a Beamer  How to stop mourning past versions of yourself while wilding in the sidecar riding with your feet up luxury is a dangerous code so we rally-rally tally-ho through the snow Too pretentious for the mentions  Blessed tension over progressive intention Like walking when your leg’s asleep All great writers are thieves so I learned to be a painter instead Half loaf of bread worth a full-loaf in pennies Ash my blunt on the sign that says no ID no entry Speaks like the gentry but his wallet is empty  Works of service funding food and weed aplenty while enemies fly on jet skis  But this IS my land of plenty No sentry, no governor, clear skin & full pantry I shovel snow off a stranger’s truck for the f*ck of it not the fenty but if you ask my queen she DOES have plenty Ain’t no gods to thank, the mortals sent me Every teardrop worth of joy, best past the plate cause I’m collecting

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