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She puts her Lotion on Like a classically trained French actress It feels good, She says I watch a movie trailer With a man with A fake plastered head. It looks Good. It looks funny. It looks Unique. Then, There are the voices and The unexpected become the expected and No one's English anymore. It's alright. Things shouldn't be what they seem. Every seam Needs to tear to Let the legs Stretch out a bit. But oh' the free form Frost didn't like It much. It's fun to run free, But I can see What he means, the need Of a little structure And form to reveal the frauds, The fakes, the formers, From the Real Thing.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
The Real Thing
She puts her Lotion on Like a classically trained French actress It feels good, She says I watch a movie trailer With a man with A fake plastered head. It looks Good. It looks funny. It looks Unique. Then, There are the voices and The unexpected become the expected and No one's English anymore. It's alright. Things shouldn't be what they seem. Every seam Needs to tear to Let the legs Stretch out a bit. But oh' the free form Frost didn't like It much. It's fun to run free, But I can see What he means, the need Of a little structure And form to reveal the frauds, The fakes, the formers, From the Real Thing.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
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