it didnt look like pie to them they came in from the east but as the punch was free it was a go to join the feast
the bitches dressed all different wore hoods to stand the heat they were moving in a trance in sync and slightly off the beat
the east dont wanna split they keep their table for the night a set of rules to feel inside never go far, dont leave the hive
but punch be sliding fast so stuff would start to look like pie and they would blend in with the tribe and find companions for the night
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the salt stones were presented they were rolled out after dark a climax countdown made the mark the packs of dogs would start to bark
the east were first to lick as they were guests coming from far and had been greedy at the bar now midnight called them to the spar
the stones were lined up 5 in all and human sized so tall pointing to sky for not to fall fat crystals calling to the ball
the east stepped forth with gloomy eyes to late to make escape they walked up to the stones of salt stretched out their tongues and licked their faith
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