Beastly Eyes

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She’s out to hurt me;

I can see it in her eyes.

I’ll mover her away,

Push her away,

But still, she relentlessly tries.

She wants a taste,

That lick of misconduct.

It’s pulling her over,

Into that beastly state of mind.

Where the sun meets the ground,

And of a caring nature, there is no kind.

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