Priestess poetess of Anubis and ghost-cannabis; impaled by the pali; you are a nacreous lotus, and a death pilgrim most grim. The unicorn’s cornucopia nicked Nike, but nixed you.

Clear sky, and I spot a sugary, Trap-junkie rainbow. You’re like a sextant for sexpot, and you transfigure sin and sight into a sensation of magnum G-force.

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