Silver silk skims the sky seeping in her eyes.
The stitches full of many riches
Fill her faithful heart with fetal lies.
Fairies fit those tiny shiny britches
They hooked her hopes with hurtful hype
She makes a theory that makes her weary
This delightful dress dreadfully not her type
The zip rips she’s gained a size or two clearly
This rain of pain could leave a stain
The one thing good was where she stood
Her mother fixed that pain with shopping rain
Buying a dress that solved what nothing could
But finding a color that she liked?
That’s a good one hahaha sike!
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