My sweet gorgon,
Think eyes I am struck
A lot like Lot,
Wilst Thou perpetuate your mascara.
Blink me your lovely slithered mouth and make me lust after.
Please don’t take mine,
as I will be your stoned one,
who have and will always want a bone,
I love you more than ever get willfully,
I just and shall never look at your eyes again.
I am in love with your eyes than people say otherwise.
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