The chopped moon

It was a glitter and then a reflection

happening in psychic world of doom

where rippled the every ounce of blood

with fungus and yeast. There was a typhoon

on the island of Illuminati and the name bears

all that is ballooned love for sexy slender God

Cryptos. She was an illusion to begin with the

mild alcohol that would besmirch the pride

of a slender nymph oh my Cryptos. There the

gentleman would gift all his money to the pleasure

of the senses with Victoria as a wife. The binge of

absolut reached the corners of Dog cafe on the chessboard

put the money of all the riches of vagabond pink nectar.

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