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That girl.


That girl.

She's that girl.

Unusual, Brown eyes, & Thick thighs.

Serene words for the vicious minds.

Influential speaker for unorthodox seekers.

That's her,

From sweats to sets of dresses, she impresses,

The binding minds who seek to find the ideal female,

With a soul that sails, from the ocean to a lake.

She's never to bitter to hate.

So focused to remain focused on the bigger picture that everyone ignores.

An though she's ocean deep, her thoughts still find the time to soar.

An even with a consistently sore soul, she finds the keys of courage to open up doors.

Humbled by this cold world, she never hesistates to hit the floor.

Conversing with her creator, thanking him for all the blessings that made her.

This girl, she'll never fail to grow and move forward.

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