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She walks down pavement She makes the government’s infrastructure look like beauty Her beauty turns away the rules of the snooty conservative government The constitution loses its soul When she bends over to check the hood of a car about to roll Her boyfriend accompanied by other boyfriends who hit on her I stand on the sidelines Problem is I murmur You probably thought a stutter was worse She’s such a high class gal Despite her sultriness and I’m not judging But I must mention she goes to Church So you might still mistake her for being an uptown sister She dances to rock music Her head doesn’t even sway to the EDM that the plebeians surrounding her play She’s an anachronism But she just needs me to introduce her Monet’s impressionism I bet her cultural values force her to mould Picasso’s Cubism Even though I’m not a man’s man She without influence is not enough Because influencing is love And I hope it is to this cute rebellious dud I suppose from her house she ran When she looked morose in school during period nine It was English Drama and suddenly she couldn’t seem to remember the line With her friends flanking her she walks and talks She’s on the phone while she’s wearing her socks She’s on the prowl she’s an active girl That women is close to my heart And I hope to treat her like a clam treats its pearl
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
My Girl From Afar
She walks down pavement She makes the government’s infrastructure look like beauty Her beauty turns away the rules of the snooty conservative government The constitution loses its soul When she bends over to check the hood of a car about to roll Her boyfriend accompanied by other boyfriends who hit on her I stand on the sidelines Problem is I murmur You probably thought a stutter was worse She’s such a high class gal Despite her sultriness and I’m not judging But I must mention she goes to Church So you might still mistake her for being an uptown sister She dances to rock music Her head doesn’t even sway to the EDM that the plebeians surrounding her play She’s an anachronism But she just needs me to introduce her Monet’s impressionism I bet her cultural values force her to mould Picasso’s Cubism Even though I’m not a man’s man She without influence is not enough Because influencing is love And I hope it is to this cute rebellious dud I suppose from her house she ran When she looked morose in school during period nine It was English Drama and suddenly she couldn’t seem to remember the line With her friends flanking her she walks and talks She’s on the phone while she’s wearing her socks She’s on the prowl she’s an active girl That women is close to my heart And I hope to treat her like a clam treats its pearl
Don't confuse this poignant lad to be a ******
aditya-roy
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28/M/New Delhi, India
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
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