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NKOYO

Keep silly lips shot
I mean, Keep silly, dirty lips
Short
Where roamst thou to thee?
I was just going ta go
A go
Then picked a mess amop
Ma foot
This time, frontally
Frontationally
And intentionally
A War begets intent
I was just roaming
That's where I picked it
My name?
Roam, know more.


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