Another showerhead and some more pretty eyes.
I ask how can she formulate her own beauty if she exclaims from the inside?
She's proved by her own outline and I say, I swear she's confident it's the best outline she's ever seen.
The blur must glow an undefined message that she can only acknowledge as you wish you had this,
Or I wish you weren't mine.
She's got trust issues and that feather in her throat strokes a mean rhythm, she's not my friend, she's my sister and she can't read the words.
You were good at maths, advanced to the methods class. So I ask you know, why are so you basic with your shallow manipulation? I'd admire you if you insulted me as I was turning around but you avoid to even begin to ignore my glow, my blur and my outline that was made and stated identically to yours; at the same time.
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