Silky & Perky

She had a silky heart
and perky boobs.
She was young.
She was stubborn.
She was imperfect,
but beautiful.
She shared a lot,
but also secretive.
She cried a lot,
but also happy.
She had a silky heart
and perky boobs.
She was a writer,
but not alcoholic.
She was an act
but she had tremors.
She was original,
but also imitation.
She was musician,
with bad taste.
She loved hard,
but not hard enough.
She loved the world,
but she was scared of it.
She had a silky heart
and perky boobs.

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