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head roasting and rick rolling

Tonight, I roasted the whole damn head in spices
like a brain, cooking something new
handpicking a funky queue
of Prince jams across the universe
he Spotified me from the basement
during Sign o’ the Times
loudly, laughingly reminded
we’re no strangers to love

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