You want me to notice you. Don't deny, you know it's true. Sculpt your assets, mold your prides. Try to rein what he decides. But as for those not up to par, what to do, save change of heart? Push them up, show them off. Of that I cannot get enough but Let them hang, unashamed and I will look away. The world would say it's wrong, but I'm sure with it none would fall into the pit that is desire. Go ahead, prove me a liar.
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