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MONOCRUSHED

I visited the optician, for my failed eye That sailed all over, no see but look Down the banana plantatian, directed to vie For every interested favor, for any could hook I thought me had seen, a scene so strange And days were nineteen, the ways and paths The same way I lean, the thirst to quench- My eyes in starvin', blind in afterbirth? The birth had come, for my adult sight She went springing, sprinkling the charm With roses from home, her nose for site Her flavor was making, for fertile the farm I abstained I aborted, to eat of ma' mum For not non she was, the could was sprouting The eye minute supported, me to get the sum The confusion and wars, a see again doubting It was once and just, still waiting to see For men not stones, a day must meet Ten Christmas but must, be it any fee Beautiful gold my tone, come on ya feet It pains and eats, the heartfelt patience To fall for that, you saw at far For she knows not, the ambush inconvenience Her return insomnia, how get back her Should you meet her, her face is dark The fore is smooth, the hair is dark Her neck is conical, she seems to work My crush my crazy, so dark so cute My letter is here, carry it to her Greet her and watch, her soft tender palm I feel it textures that, whisper in her ears To reverse her back path, still waiting in calm

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