Bronzed skin without a blemish.
Relaxed green eyes, perfectly symmetrical.
Ears, mouth, and little nose,
Also all perfectly symmetrical.
Long flowing hair, as if weaved of gold.
Her beauty is such that I cannot
Look away, which is too bad,
Because when she parts her perfect red lips
To shove a sandwich into her gob,
She suddenly takes on the appearance
Of something that's risen from the
Primordial ooze. Ah, beauty.
It only lasts as long as one
Can resist the truth that lies behind it.
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