They See Everything

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They see everything
Their perceptive little minds
Soaking up the universe
Chewing life down to the rind
Laughing with unfettered glee
Constant revolutions of the brain
Don’t ruin their perfection
The purity before any of the pain

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Word By Structured Word

  

Word by structured word
Searching for concrete textuality
She dropped her handkerchief coyly
Never again to forget her sexuality
Her head thrown back in a laugh
What makes her heart quicken its beat
I’m pacing – racking my distracted brain
Inspired to write, I hasten to take a seat

She’s Got That Weirdness Flowing Through Her Veins

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She’s got that weirdness flowing through her veins
She’s got that funk in her domain
She’s got the brains that I admire
& the beauty that I desire
Everything she does is a tad bit funky
I want to be the fellow with her one key
I want to be the one to love her
& have it returned to me and no other
I can tell she is one of a kind
& I can’t seem to get her out of my mind
But that’s cool with me
She’s an image I love to see
When I look at her, I see there’s a freak inside
You never know what will happen until you’ve tried

Can You Tell How I Feel About You

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Can you tell how I feel about you
These sex rhymes infecting my brain
I can’t focus on anything else, Lady
I admit I objectify you with all that remains
Your beauty confuses my neurons
It doesn’t help when you begin to wink
I begin to stutter, my words useless
I blush; no longer any hope to think