live life like someone
left the gate open
love life like a
blooming water melon
walk every step
like a never ending bargain
be eager like
a woman going to a salon
be a curious scientist
always looking for a reason
run by the river
like winning a marathon
feel the dropping rain
as a overpowering demon
wake up every morning
to meet a lover for the first time
the kiss of the first sun ray
like a tickling slime
an overhead afternoon sun
like a shadow past time
evening cup of tea
like a trapping birdlime
restless tired soul
as an unshaped fresh quick fresh lime
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