Wake up, her magnetism is perpendicular
Concentrate, renunciation isn’t an option
She coveted her beauty to be paramount
It may not lie adjacent, or acute, closed nor open
Yay, Nay, or,
A night, a century, dissolves from her
Shedding a seventh layer
Shedding the eighth
The understanding of such linear artistry proves to be facile
An acquittal, forthcoming
New art, new liberty
The acquittals continue to waltz
Like multiple grooves shaped by the sand
Into apples and cherries
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 10:46 PM UTC
Wake up, her magnetism is perpendicular
Concentrate, renunciation isn’t an option
She coveted her beauty to be paramount
It may not lie adjacent, or acute, closed nor open
Yay, Nay, or,
A night, a century, dissolves from her
Shedding a seventh layer
Shedding the eighth
The understanding of such linear artistry proves to be facile
An acquittal, forthcoming
New art, new liberty
The acquittals continue to waltz
Like multiple grooves shaped by the sand
Into apples and cherries
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