Short Line Ii
Ugh!
Latching onto this ones own miserable misery
Creating a fog sweeping sweet
She brushed her brow, put on make-up
Turning the other cheek
She favored ignorance is no excuse
When she thought ignorance is bliss
She had it in the bag to begin the abuse
What suiting question for the questioner
If I pulled a rabbit from a hat
Could you please disappear
Humiliated emotions
Don't seem to strike her
Awkward moments
She can't seem to recover
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