Arrows
Aphrodite is Venus
Venus is beauty
Endless Sea
Pyramids, treasures
Must be searched to be found
Discovered, revered, admired
Ataxia
Pleasure
Eudemonia
Coming in from colder
Parts of her contracted
Obvious on the chest
Bud-like are the nipples
Are at war with the bra
Rebellious sharp arrows
Indians in Western
With John Wayne
They ambush; I hear
My look is
Arrested, prisoned
Sherriff is my ethic
Peeping Tom
With the warmth
They are gone
Just two hills
The sand dunes
Formed Round, Soft...
Heart in pain for arrows,
Where are they?
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