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An-Im-May


Hour Glasses wasn't always her style More like animations with, but how They were always absent beside her But a Kick got her ready for the smile that would glide her Rats tried comforting her junk But May Kept watch out for hump High Pitched people she always watched, even though she is english Hoping her smarts go on her stomach like a penguin May's worse days come from a pen and pad But those slanted eyes gave her grin a left jab May is just trying Instead of waiting for her birthers to help, to keep lying Her Best showing is the family with a unique wow With her skin dreaming of a mate of a foreign style Smiles always was her taste Thats why Japaneese Dubs always kept up the paste Her Imagines are limited to the average But the right circle made her feel like She is a master How does she pull off her Geekiness with the world, Being only 21 and blackwith Foreign with anime curls Maybe insperation from her idols or her favorite asian slayer defeating his rivals
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