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in a ocean of fake a flicker of real,
caught ones eye to you near, never dear.

saught and trot i did as those that never try watch,
no one to mimick, cuz they needed my crotch.

never spilled a swear or only spun my bit,
for a hussy named sussy, i done dug my pit.

as i lay in there looking upward in distraught,
came peering quite gently a woman hot-haught.

she saw that i had tried and failed a fulfilling,
she took it as a chance to confide a lil something.

a little as little as subtle as 37 could get,
we spoke we laughed, it was the best.

until one day she stressed me to choose,
me or the world, one you gotta lose.

she had realized t'was time to stop the fall,
because her youthfulness she couldn't recall.

i blame losers like you who normalize skepticism,
for the politically correct suffering these women groom.

even after the fantastic break the ice,
y'all swoop tf in and your senility device.

watching you having never once be successful in playing ball,
ik fs it is better to have loved and lost; than to never have loved at all.

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