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Attic lily, Crafted from Michelangelo's  hands, a gem eyes fumble to adore    Shapes, lines, curves perfectly placed on          her body to sing hormonies that echo             perfect anatomy Attic lily, A dazzling dream, but her soul hugs a dead sun fair marble sculpture,      built with a jungle of thin strings to fill           her entirety, a cat's cradle adorned                 with twines of roses to mimic completion. Naive, she thought losing a few petals for the       happiness of others was brave           A rose for him, a rose for her...    Selfless,     she is a mirror, for her smile has          always been a reflection of others.     Hypocrite,      she wears a face with printed traces of            happinesses to shadow the gloom                  breeding under her own. Attic lily, strong built independent woman      But secretly prizes to be caressed in            hands with a feeble touch ...to be pursued with a genuine smile ..to be treated worth more than an art              piece in a gallery that eyes dart on      and forget about, the second they walk past. to be checked on when her soil dries out.        Attic lily, she is,          for no one notices her unless they                need something from the attic.
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Dec 17, 2022
Dec 17, 2022 at 6:36 AM UTC
Attic lily
Attic lily, Crafted from Michelangelo's  hands, a gem eyes fumble to adore    Shapes, lines, curves perfectly placed on          her body to sing hormonies that echo             perfect anatomy Attic lily, A dazzling dream, but her soul hugs a dead sun fair marble sculpture,      built with a jungle of thin strings to fill           her entirety, a cat's cradle adorned                 with twines of roses to mimic completion. Naive, she thought losing a few petals for the       happiness of others was brave           A rose for him, a rose for her...    Selfless,     she is a mirror, for her smile has          always been a reflection of others.     Hypocrite,      she wears a face with printed traces of            happinesses to shadow the gloom                  breeding under her own. Attic lily, strong built independent woman      But secretly prizes to be caressed in            hands with a feeble touch ...to be pursued with a genuine smile ..to be treated worth more than an art              piece in a gallery that eyes dart on      and forget about, the second they walk past. to be checked on when her soil dries out.        Attic lily, she is,          for no one notices her unless they                need something from the attic.
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Cole
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Dec 17, 2022
Dec 17, 2022 at 6:36 AM UTC
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