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Her morphine eyes go running from his gaze...
I taste her sunset falling down on me.
The deceased cornfield rustles in the wind.
Her stare's consuming my calligraphy.
Terracotta tears stream tracing her face.
Strangers start another pastel romance.
Her morphine eyes go running from his gaze.
Manslaughter Tuesday, they give two for one.
Mother's diagnosis: Apologize.
Terracotta tears stream tracing her face.

The manslaughter part is very very interesting 



maralisa




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