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Nothing ( no-thing , not a thing)
If you believe I’m that witty when my verse is done it’s going to feel like I Plat-on you with So-crat-es
Ha , i am made of myself hence why I can pick myself apart piece by piece and put myself back together so whenever you try to define me I scramble the pieces and leave you puzzled and teased idioctapus, can’t even push the pieces
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Ha , i am made of myself hence why I can pick myself apart piece by piece and put myself back together so whenever you try to define me I scramble the pieces and leave you puzzled and teased idioctapus, can’t even push the pieces
Interject
Published 24th Sep 2019
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Of the top of my head ... I opened it and ducked over it
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