she was ice wild
cool
sharp
with the eyes of a child
images of a starry night
and the negatives of a hazy day
you can recall
the feel of it all
the buzz and fuzz
blurred out
in a dream like sorta way
take a drink
of her pink lemonade
blackness
and hide wide under her moon shine shade
get your fix on the mix
of hypnotic distractions
as you enjoy her soft parade
she was ice wild
cool and
sharp
but still just a child
-kc
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