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The He that sees me
Oh God she clings
I wish she would not
And she blinks
Through her stupid glasses
I wish she would not
Wear that thing…idiot.
She uses contact lens
Purple I kid you not
the simpering idiot
If not for her warm
Arms and huge boobs
She would be history
She is five feet tall
A midget actually
And all of 60 kilos
She talks like a dreamer
That has never woken up
And she is a writer?
A five feet tall woman
Who thinks like a girl,
Whose Junoesque figure
Makes a man dream
But whose mind
Is a twisted labyrinth
I wish she would not
And she blinks
Through her stupid glasses
I wish she would not
Wear that thing…idiot.
She uses contact lens
Purple I kid you not
the simpering idiot
If not for her warm
Arms and huge boobs
She would be history
She is five feet tall
A midget actually
And all of 60 kilos
She talks like a dreamer
That has never woken up
And she is a writer?
A five feet tall woman
Who thinks like a girl,
Whose Junoesque figure
Makes a man dream
But whose mind
Is a twisted labyrinth
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