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Candied lips painted in lies kiss an azure sky, a mutinied heart leans foward to fall relaying a stroll along the seawall. Eyes follow a pale moon shyly they imagine a tune calling for peace and love, rainfall covering like a glove. Harpoon her heart while she struggles spoon feed her dyeing thoughts. Troubles dove like in their masked color give a shove to lady Friday. Hazel eyes follow the sun lingering on coastal shores, waiting for a moon too far gone. Screenplays tell of her lies, a nimbly avoided roadway of cliched sayings loyaly quoted.
