The Boutique Statue
He's
always
dressed in
new
clothes,always
looking
cute.
Never
smiling or
angry,strangely
keeping
mute. His
eyes
pierces
like d
neighbourhood
brute.Nothing
moves
him,the
thud of
drums or
d melody
of a flute.
People
admires
him when
they pass
by.He
never
savours
the
moment,he
never
feels fly
He's
bold,never
scared
and never
shy. He
has no
emotions,he
never did
cry. Well
built and
handsome,with
good body
structure.
His whole
physique
looks so
mature.
He can't
persevere,he
can't
endure.He's
just a
boutique
statue
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