In a mourning black dressWith dark eyesShades signifyingHer lost cries A girl I saw yesterdayIs again in front of my eyes Her sharp noseRed carrot lipsShades signifyingHer lost trips A girl I saw yesterdayDraws attractive tricks Though sadHer body shiveredIn blooming weatherHer nails triggered A girl I saw yesterdayIs the one like lizard🐾
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I am your mug
Tea you pourI make it my shapeWater you drinkEasy to take I am your mugI am your mate Stirring in meYou fate your coffeeHeavy with creamTasty and sloppy I am your mugI am your trophy Sitting on my floorI wait you forTo take me awayAnd head my loge I am your mugI am your forge
A girl I saw yesterday
In a mourning black dressWith dark eyesShades signifyingHer lost cries A girl I saw yesterdayIs again in front of my eyes Her sharp noseRed carrot lipsShades signifyingHer lost trips A girl I saw yesterdayDraws attractive tricks Though sadHer body shiveredIn blooming weatherHer nails triggered A girl I saw yesterdayIs the one withered
Mr House
Those pillars of yoursStand uprooted siltO, Mr HouseYou’re the home for mist. Your walls blunderedYou’re abandonedO, Mr HouseYou’re freaking sick. Your doors screamingAs we pass you threeO, Mr HouseWoods are slicy thick. Fans with lengthy rodsRetrieving your arrivalO, Mr HouseYou’re old and rival. Your property’s costLeast my memories withinO, Mr HouseYou’re my family’s heart in.
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