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"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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