lyinginwinter

Obviously even if the answer is yes I might have to do it anyway since it's such good value, but...

I'm in 3 star land with no champed 4's. (I have a single 5 at level 250.) Some of my 3's are around 220, and I've been deliberating keeping my 4's under that level. Will it greatly affect matchmaking?

what use is hope in hell,
wheezed the donkey, dying,
as i opened a vein for it.
so parched - if only i'd been
born a camel, and it mused
as i bled upon its eyes,
which were anyway shut.

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all flags start white like our eyes,
like brad pitt's smile from afar,
white as the Z on their turrets
and the lift of their drones,
as the letters you never wrote.

now red as the rim of your watch,
the gape of her mouth from a ditch,
as harvested heads, as you-know-what,
you absolutely know what - don't lie
because they killed us for mcketchup.

and some soar blue, blue blue
like washington's deathbed eye
and donated bread in the winter,
a dove's departure across the sky,
or the salty close of your lips.

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all flags start white like our eyes,

now red as the rim of your watch,
the gape of her mouth from a ditch,
as harvested heads, as you-know-what,
you absolutely know what - don't lie
because they killed us for mcketchup.

and some soar blue, blue blue
like washington's deathbed eye
and donated bread in the winter,
a dove's departure across the sky,
or the salty close of your lips.

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quieres arroz?
no, gracias. no tengo hambre ahora.
i am hungry, but i hate rice,
and i lack the words to explain,

that i don't wish to feel its endless monotony,
that boys used to shriek pork-fried rice at me,
that we grew into fatter faces
breaking multitudes and not bread.

no me gusta el arroz would have been enough:
we would have kept walking
even though it would have surprised you
because you call me chinito as if
that accelerates our friendship.
but i don't know the words,
and i'm tired of chewing these phrases.
estamos caminando.

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words backfire and bolt me to the curtain,
so i denzel you. i denzel you so
the white man grows to like me.

i rob my silver temples of their jokes,
which i lob over steel-cut acres
into the catcher's mitt of my son,
who plucks them out and takes a bite,
who sleeps at night in their wrappings.

i denzel washington gasp for air at the curtain.

i kneel fencewise.
i supplicate the ghost of james earl jones;
i should have let *you* raise our child.

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murder's just a word to you;
you see it in your news.
but where i lay and insects pray,
live meat's got so much use.

your iz-rail knows not the fear
of paper being shook.
itz just a word to yous;
you rread it in a book.

i zee with my zegmented eyes
your channel judging me.
you whine and cringe from eggs in prey;
that's not discovery!

i breed it lifelong in these eggz,
i tow it on two wingZz.
mmmurder's just a word to youz;
to mme it bringz all thingzZzZ

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i don't want to play you like a harp
or smoke you like a fag
because i want my coat around us as
the snow begins to fall,
where you'll splash into my eyes
like wine into a glass,
and we'll stagger down the street:
2 foot-to-shoulder kids in a trenchcoat
at a stall, buying movie tickets from
a moon-eyed porky pig.
i don't want to read you like a book
or drink you like this wine
cause this ain't no love song:
it's a place that never was,
and your hands snuck in the pockets
cause i ain't no coat at all.

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