Can you still write? There was a poem I was going to write earlier, it went something like, Tia Tamera, that's hot, and there was this third thing, I'm not quite sure what that second line was, but it was good, flowed, like a little river, a little toke, a little parasite, a little religion, school, do you want a fight? He'll have to risk it, maybe wait, give it a second, hesitate, before the cookie crumbles, and someone called out hierarchy,

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Does she demand fealty?

Do we draw our swords?

No, maybe, take a step back,

Ready to lunge,

For this love song.