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she looks like daylight and a drama movie her voice sounds like a faint summer rain smells like vanilla and cinammon in her bedsheets, remains a lavender scent her eyes, you see desire glistening slightly similar to a tv screen glitching she tastes like bad decisions you feel it once you kiss her meds dancing in her bloodstream from the doorway where she lingers champagne on ice and fire in her heart deadly sins scattered on the floor she's always so needy trying her best to please him he's home from work, and asks for whiskey no time's wasted while being obedient her heart cracks at the poor scene when she walks, you can hear the chains clicking normal girls don't understand their feelings they're not allowed to experience freedom always restrained, their bodies conditioned down your hair, don't use that much glitter it's 9 AM, you don't need to wear red lipstick good girls don't carry a rebel demeanor

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