she has a shoulder white
she has ribs of silver eaten brown
she harbors a hemline verbotten
she raises her ante by the asteroids
she goes further than most far outs
she was brighter in ascendance than story
she keeps keeping that neck also flavored pearl
she wears angles on round fangs
she moons heart and heart pales
she is bone hot on a cold dark
she is what she has
she were sure with a new dance
she had eighteen rooms to roam
she fed red clouds on eye hopes
she slow rounds
she hikes up the mind
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