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May 2015
Put me on a pedestal right next to her
I'll stretch on my tip-toes to look her in the eyes-
The eyes of my competitor. The standard.
Attempt to deceive me, tell me I'm wearing gold, but the silver feels cold in my hands.
Ninny's Narnia
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