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Dumbstruck Dumb-Luck
The soft curves of your smile,
echoing mile after mile.
Not reminiscent of a grandma,
but rather, a banana.
Your glowing doughy eyes,
look as squishy as thy thighs.
You create a fervent need,
akin to a vampire, lusting to feed.
You send my brain a-boiling,
as a custard that is spoiling!
Left unable to speak or think,
A simple blank stare, forgetting to blink.
Copyright ©
Talia Hill
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