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stealing toilet paper
long legs wrapped in tights or fancy Chanel
no stranger to first class hotels
polite and formal and formal polite
she drives in her camper with classical music
gives clues about all engines
every sentence is well thought of
jokes are thrown to mask her intelligence
a laughter might cover up insecurity
anger only shown in desperation
like a queen of ice her emotions are secret
until she boils up in heat by my thunder
and so much more
with her infinite capacity of correct conclusions
she stole my heart

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