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  1. Eyes of a Beast

    She has the eyes of a beast;
    A glow
    A dangerous glow
    A dangerous, soothing glow

    Black water… or an elixir?
    I want to drink every drop
    Be it sherbet or poison.
    I know no more
    the Difference
    between Blood and Juice
    -they all taste the same-
    a little Sweet, a little Sour

    Eyes of a Beast, she has…
    I’d listen to Sinatra, but
    Her eyes speak more softly

    -Rsaal M. Raana

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