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hope is a diss on no it ticks inside let go be the poet I know well friend. ghost. it's a boast of me. I open deep yes. but I crow a key so vividly be it spoke a seed and written I bleed the words a price don't earn stripes it's ugly to see a burden I've been yet trials are free piles of vitals on sting string I conceive ink it's lost in the sink a bottle so quizzical a gift that's obscene just listen to these. visually