Server, search your cotton do you look
like the painting that could be tied down,
like the Van Gogh sun tiered tender and round
Do you contend and settle and listen for toxicity,
set, click, subjected to your indifference my quasi-key--
it brought me the pipeline but I barely escaped
I bargained poorly saying "baby, besides the concept
I slept on the bus unresolved," and custody was selected
and the union was dissolved--
Cash precipitated the darling statistics ending in d,
detailed were the tired infinitesimal keys,
the data cork cut outright, and telling everything I was
Disciplined by Mr. Van Gogh, privately obligated,
paws were obligated to the console stack
and his brain stem appreciably licked it back.
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