“When lengths of snakes match each silent syllable,
“With eyes like these.”
Face glistening with suspense of a scalpel blade,
Clockwork calculating surgical precision.
But this mud looks shallow from the beach,
When we hide behind such ugly faces.
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head,
“Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?””
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