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Nice live in furs of truth 

Everything picks a side 

Checks in their cheques may slide 

If they do not mind these minds 

Depth of feebleness would rock the strong 

Putting activity in analysis of stilettos 

Moments looking in lurking forwardness to each other 

Sanity’s pregnant with mirage’s luxury every time 

Insanity is born instantly for plugins and pluses 

Both make luxurious juice 

In royalty of sweet in density of intensity and integrity 

Goodness of love and luck in lines 

Perfectly present in all there is to live for 

Firing firm creek and crust down to the core

Cute in yearning of yards young as yelitude and solitude 

In intensities of fearless madness.