Contour Eye

Curvaceous bursts of flourid stone 
Limpid fuel for vision moan 
Ashy smell of next day hair 
Fiery garnish syrup pear 

Beauty's meal will always feast 
Feeding eyes that make a beast 
Ponder not it's now we act 
Worry not 'bout wordy tact 

Across the corners there's a curve 
Mention names and lose the verve 
Glassy sphere makes circle square 
Ninety degrees to far off stare

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