Vice versa in this weird Poe'sh world
pendulum swinging
age one day
dying the next neutral
causes
imagine that
Dali's salvation of more
yelling at me like you are going to change
me into you
to savage and
abuse
I don't think so you awful yellar
of chicks who could be dudes Bertha versa's iced vice.
Truth is deicated in
haters of both
always lost.
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