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Aug 2020
There's a certain beauty in a ready meal
Icey and hard til you warm it up.
It spins like a ballerina
On its glass stage.
I observe the mouthwatering dance.
I am its number one fan.
I must see the beauty beneath the plastic. And I do and I will.
My pretty portioned Prince.
Maniacal Escape
Written by
Maniacal Escape  29/M/lancashire
     Claira Lymei, --- and Colm
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