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A SIGHT TO BEHOLD


   I was made

     For war.

        She let her

           Sugar pour.

 

                             She was made

                         For peace.

                    I fought with

              The police.

 

    I have a head

        Full of bad ideas.

             She is making home

                    Made tortillas.

 

                              I'm a work

                          In project.

                      She is a

                  Desired object.

  

       I have too

             Much to say.

                     She is a

                         Quiet day.

 

               I easily

           Fall apart.

        She is smooth,

     State of the art.

 

                             I’m full of

                                Nervous energy.

                                   She’s a special                            

                                      Documentary.

 

                  I’m that,

               Four AM call.

           She is the

        First snowfall.

 

                                    I’m full of

                                      Confrontation.

                                          She is a solid

                                               Foundation.

 

          I’m ready

       To attack.

    She’s easy going

 And relaxed.

 

                    I can make

                      A scene.

                        She is a

                           Living dream.

 

    I’m a fucking

        Mess.

           She is hot

               Off the press.

 

              I seem to

           Know it all.

        She is that

     One free call.

 

   I’m a big

       Ball of worry.

          She is never

               In a hurry.

 

                   There is something

                        Wrong with me.

                            She is perfect

                               As can be.

 

                 I run hot

             Then cold.

        She is a

   Sight to behold.

 

               Turbo1904♥

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