BLOOD VOMITING

It is an inky mouth
The whiting tooth had been dyed
Yet they clean their mouth
Three times in a day.

It is a bloody eye
The neutral the eye's ball had been contaminated
Yet they tear when they lament
In the time of sobering.

It is a bushy head's hair
The natural growing hair had been attached
Yet they lack appreciate the horses and moles in sacrifying it's hairs.

It is a slipped sleep in a spot
She pours out blood all over the place
Yet she could never stop vomitting.
She is behind the long time problems.

It is an amazing grace
She will bear his deeds in peeps
Yet the loads is less heaviest to carry
It will soon be weigh to lament out.

They are closet to my heart
They are in next breath to my spire
Yet they are the warlords in my veins
Soon my blood will flow of their body.

The pairs of shoes are given to the
Legs impairment to dance on stage.
They take away the costumes of the masquerade at the ovationed time as their respire.

They give hens to take cows, give children breast with the bullying.
They are generous to give a rocky lands to get a bumper harvest in farming.

 

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