She has nice eyes
A person has some kind of try
To get them to shine.
Windows close to my heart
Breaking like my heart
Then renewed.
Sisters telling tales
Their minds going in circles
Who would you bring to my swimming pool?
Hawks have been brought to the place
They move in circles
It is easy for them to navigate.
God is in the wripples
The fine vintage
The snapping of fingers.
Your thoughts make sense
Though nonsense is common
What do they know?
How do they grow?
On the stuff with no substance
Like weed it can be living but not
Got to stop
Move on the move
Shot gun shot!
Bowels on the table,
You thought you were horrible
Yet the Mark was close to the center
Can't get much closer
Or better.
Can though the truth
Any icing
Ever so sweet.
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