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She's Simple, Like Quantum Physics.

Her eye's were never quiet,

of her, the only thing I am sure,

is that the rebel in her, will never die,

she's the type of girl, that if you told not to do something,

she'd do it twice,

and take pictures.

I was constructed for her,

and she was molded for me.

I have a weakness for clever minds,

and honestly,

I never had a chance.

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Aug 3, 2016
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