Particular mode should not go,
Red Sea is filled with me.
Minerals rich, they always bitch,
there is just not enough of me.
Robbing, raping, evaporating,
try ocean bed I bare.
Although I may originate
I rest but do not fair.
Essentially you see its me
the make-up in the store.
I often act, upon this tact,
superficially.
My mud I spread upon my skin,
a deep lore I will be.
To often not!
There's so much caught
There's so much caught
so suspiciously,
I heal.
K.A.P.
5/4/2009
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