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Sweetness, 

Ye are, at thy core.

Ye are covered in bruises

Every shade of purple and orange,

Brown and yellow,

From banging thyself silly over trying to figure it out.

It is but a secret game played on 

Thine insatiably enduring mask 

Of naiveity

N'er to be explained.

In all the aeons of time, evermore...

'Tis thou angelic ones 

Such as thee, 

Strategically positioned.

It is specifically arranged in this way for you,

And those who pry snorting nares into

Piles of rubbish from concerns not theirs,

And so they will reap the same.

Must I write thee some flagrant rhyme

Or forked poetic verse

To inform thou,

That

Niggers,

Come in every color and hue?

Must I serenade it

Upon thy wanting ears...thy pouting heart,

That

This imagery

Dost indeed reek of thee?

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