She aims for my heart and wrists,
Instead of just my finger tips,
bliss has become eclipsed,
By grief and cuts of this,
Flesh, like fresh meat,
Take a seat this is new
The show has begun,
"You are one of the chosen few.
To love her,"
There will be many whose hearts she has taken
Oh... you in the back, no...
You must be mistaken
This show is for those only,
Who have received the mark,
Upon their finger tips AND wrists,
AND bleed at heart,
Here she arrives--
She is queen now bow to her pleasure,
Test her out come and see,
Her faith is good in measure
Whether your black or white
Asian, or Islamic,
Her passion burns with fire,
In time-space-- atomic,
And her comical sense,
Is like her common sense,
Oh beauty... oh beauty,
Hearts throb intense,
She aims for my heart and wrists,
Instead of just my finger tips,
bliss has become eclipsed,
By grief and cuts of this,
Flesh, like fresh meat,
Take a seat this is new
The show has begun,
"You are one of the chosen few.
To love her, "
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Submission Name: Papercut
