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im a pessimistic elegant piece of intrinsic images
subdued into the world that views the devils running within it.
arnt we all in it to win it,
pass the guiness cus im tryina vibe,
we all sinnin
living like its do or die
who am i to disguise the fact that you and i
are just images in a iris of the human eye
scrutinized
pimping like po aint nothing,
call it do or die yall.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</p>

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