Classifieds5 foot 2 with a chest to die for. A dry sense of humour cracked with wit. Dark hair to the shoulders, roots to her ears And an attitude; she dont give a shit. She sleeps when it suits her, She sings in the shower. She dresses provocatively, Likes the scarlet musk flower. Her icy cold blues shoot daggers through dew drops. Her plump, ruby reds blow kisses through tears. Her lyrical content screams "please, someone love me!" Her outward experience, concealing her fears.Classifieds
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