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Squeekz
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Spunky Fresh Running out of towels
Now the silk and Persian gone
Nimble fingers fumbling,
Clumsy with loss for reason,
Locking time with eyes of hour
Holding onto mists of sorrow
I am just for you as I want you to be.
Either souls with lies
Or absent eyes
Tear down your shelter
With chaotic demise
As you stand near with shovel in hand
Fufilling the role
Of building the man
