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Days don’t dance no more,
Dresses relate action over U,
Led by the hill I hear the bell,
Lying in the back of thee view,
Personal preferences slaughter the room,
Choking the attention of the one,
Succeeding the rush to get out of the mud,
Her hands trigger the emotions of thee sun,
Unmasked, Unforgotten, cold and thick,
Watches in the trenches as she makes her way,
My gun pointed to dismember the aim,
A dress as ruffled as she hugs most attaching to its frame,
Her teepee stacked full of mosaic when she ignites the flames,
The family assurance searches the heart,
Nurture, mild mannered, the outcome of dark.
