Rush, rush, I rushed at him, someone entangled with pigs.
“Falling is coming, I got no need, so you should bare nothing me.
Cuz flopping not me, I‘ve learned and you‘d be seen.”
He shouted at me and ensued was his sentence saying:
“Now what you‘ve sensed? Sign of sins? Or snakes in sauterne?”
“Smelt you, my soul of sapiens”, I sighed in his sight and spoke my slang.
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