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We see this everyday- how she uses expensive oils and contraptions to- achieve a sweet toffee hue
Though she’ll never bare the burden of me and you
With her hue as sweet as toffee
Her very being is a boastful mockery, still she’ll never know our burden as devilish lights flash- behind her she doesn’t flinch nor does she shudder
She boasts and she mocks-
as if she is the second coming of Dartmouth Rice. She doesn’t flinch let alone shudder-
when the blue clothed henchman is right over her shoulder
Dartmouth Rice himself would laugh at her persona. When the henchman reached her, his eyes became distorted Still she doesn’t flinch, just hands her Id with a grin Her sweet toffee hue is now pale as a pure angel to him
The henchman reached her, yet didn’t say a word. She doesn’t bare our burden, so she didn't flinch or shudder. Her hue is an illusion.
We see this every day.
