Mc'Lovin's poem

[*TonyMontana*]

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[SunSpace]

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Leave

Soon enough all you've wrought shall come to fruition.
Soon, my child, the one exiled will appear from the innards
Of this place, mask on face revealed as a devil's sister,
And dance, dance, still with man, a rising smoke from dinner:

The one they call The Hit Girl.

[*TonyMontana*]

Soon enough all you've wrought shall come to fruition.
Soon, my child, the one exiled will appear from the innards
Of this place, mask on face revealed as a devil's sister,
And dance, dance, still with man, a rising smoke from dinner:

The one they call The Hit Girl.

Haha
That's so gay

[SunSpace]

Haha
That's so gay

That was so sick; I was on a roll last night and even today.

My poetry/rhymes are top-notch right now; no idea why, but it's on fire.