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She is like a
body hair that is either sweaty
or in a thin plastic garbage
bag, surrounded by Kleenex, it is
because she is waiting for
something from above to
set her free and I am the one
who was for told from centuries
before to make her look more
like a beautiful woman. She looks
for moisture in the air, which is my
presence and maybe I will love her,
but she is not for me.