beet root

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i come from outside
my hairs wet from rain
my hands spoiled with mud
and above my swinging hips
a sunny smile with beet root lips.

and i wanna kiss
you so passionate
all over the place
so everyone will know
who it was.

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this moment is gone now
like the rain he has left,
we’re sitting with tea and cake.

and snow falls down, 
in little flakes
i decide to take
a piece of fabric 
to wash your face.