riga mortis
• Written by Intelligents
i flow for the hell of it
elegance mimic elephants
enchanted eleven ants its
enhanced seven other plants
ive wrestle with chance
and she oped out of the dance
pranced at opportunities of glances
the whole army advances
their stances stuck in their trances
their romance lucked circumstances
low men try and decipher this mess
no contest
the victor has reigned and now he rest
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