Evil Eyes
Liquid Pebbles,
Smooth from time,
Under a flowing river.
When slurped up, the slimy
Brown goo dangles like semen.
To look away and back, one spots,
A familiar reflection, only in the colors
Of gasoline of a rainy day. A black structure
Resides, amongst the slimy brown goo, Grinning.
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