"The Wet"
The Wet feels like dying,
The Wet is wet from crying,
The Wet bulk loading the undocumented
that would not be charged nor required legal.
The Execution of a role has been a fugitive
and is not here because of his name not in the files
or was in the files.
If the moon smoothly slides into a corner
without permission
the precise wet visas
Check with Neptune is not lie.
You know The Wet tasted real anxiety
to see a free way
and dream with the path...
the path that leads to his new shelter and dream.
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