she sliced her finger on a shard of glass. she bled the rose of a rosy past. she's got a nose of the upper class. Sarah. oh Sarah, with skin just like porcelain. snow white. you just might be a reclusive shut-in. stuck inside a world of fears like the heart inside a jar of tears. i saw her ass in a photograph. so explicit i had to laugh. she sent it to my phone one day, Sarah. Oh Sarah, i feel the way that you do, like a zebra, trapped in the local zoo. it's so funny i forgot to laugh. so send another photograph. if sadness and melancholy equate beauty. then your beauty floods down like pouring rain. a rain that glows so bright, so bright the sun won't shine again. Sarah, with skin just like porcelain. snow white, you just might be a reclusive shut-in. stuck inside a world of fears like the heart inside a jar of tears.
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