Women Black Rice
on a bleak Monday morning
holding my head
everything tastes right
permanent daylight
neatly stained fences and gates
lions to tame
cut through the front yard
you were a stranger
scenery of cutting though the smell of tropical
I sure knew it was you
black rice
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I swear an ocean swallows me
but all I really want is just another girl
black rice
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and your plants become a chore
spots on your ??
lashes so vibrant
left on the table
with your charm tremble in ??
you look like a painting
out on the sidewalk
no one was watching
fighting up this flight of stairs
you're not a mess
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falling
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mix your ?? in ?? blue
you dread the sight of this place
its too dry its true
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