Her hair was strawberry shortcake,
and her lips were lavender lush,
Bathed until her fingers were prunes,
and her cheeks were pinkly flushed.

Her smile lit up dark corners,
and her hands met with youths,
She saw right through your mask,
so she spit out lies and soaked in truths.

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