Was it birth or is it
make-up? Hey
filly,
what’s your name— —Oh, sorry,
saw the ring. Are they just imports,
And the ratio’s the same? The world
may have them, But so few in this
place.
You think we don’t know
But you change when you’re not
Your skin clears up Your face
Brightens.
Hah, But that is
not
how we tell: Your hips
get
wider And your clothes
start to rest On your body
differently
–It’s attractive,
true But
if you don’t have a band
Then
it can repel to know That you
were unfaithful some time ago. And
Now you will live
with that
Mistake or pleasure?
I Do
not know
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