Lookin into her eyes is equivalent to peepin down the hole of a double barrel... Knowin her fingers on the trigger n in control of the mind ur about to lose... It's not that ur afraid but u do fear the passions recoil... It's jus the same of not bein able to get enough goin back for more n again not to be the one they choose... The sweepin of relations pretend to have her off the ground rather than keepin it real as in what's lost can neva be found... As it's the mind under attack by emotions on the rise in presentation as a clown... She ain't for the long haulin chasin after her own selfish proceeds... For we all have our own twists hidden within our needs... To catch her eye u gotta have somethin she wants more than what the next can give at the time of contact for she changes direction as if the breeze is lookin for somethin else to blow over... As she tells u she jus wants u to hold her... Wakin up after time has realize the waste in fake smiles has replaced the feel of the beat of her own feet hittin the earth runnin... All she's eva done for all she knows n will eva be doin is huntin... Seekin those who can't seem to witness in the way she comes... Watchin the spinnin of her legs eventually on the run...
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