Looking at distance
I took me to the soil
In tune with the times
Prey to the lips
Padding by the past
Smiles are not signs
Curl of my hopes
An eerie unwind
Senseless skin
Yet senile snakes
Rare ashes
Unborn wishes
Tale end rivers
Never sail new
Go centre cloud
Deaf down steps
Pause past prime
Alive the dark
Tame the teeth
Kiss is yours
Factor my face
Wake up my needs
Take care my head
Finite fears
Loose life strings
Stretch line thoughts
Alarms may yield
Nice to have a rope
Waiting for your neck
Wish to ask a stem
A scar unfold
Unto the final
Zeal tends to zero
Weather may wither
Confess comes last
Compare why stars
Open ink shades
Pen up the hills
End at ears
Rhyme round roads
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