Noir
It’s the rewrite of horrors noir, with no thobe, just a Kufi, and dirty black sweats.
Vibrations striking ears with no lobes show precisely how dirty black gets.
A screenshot of a touchscreen keyboard shows the flows when nerdy blacks fret.
Colossal pets are healed and rebuilt by the pens of wordy black vets.
That fish looks good, Girl.
Get the oil ready, while I toil steady on the soil levy, to keep my domain imminent.
I’l be back for lunch, libations, and lineaments, while we plan our way out of cursed tenements.
Massage my back with that juicy a**. Attach a nipple to my goose skin flask, and I’ll revise the countenance on your Tutsi mask, and rewrite the horrors noir.
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