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Jul 2017
playing games with these things
creating perfect images
of me.
this body such a fickle object
a sight to be seen
hey even the moon has her seams.
but continues to shine bright
as any star ive ever seen.
but judgement is the only energy
that is passing.
when you look at me
what exactly are you examining?
there are literally 1,000,000 women
whom as beautiful as me.
at this rate you'll spend your whole life
looking up to
Queens.
which is fine with me.
Written by
Nola Swan
257
     King, Anja, NuBlaccSoul, --- and Nico Julleza
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