She's A Painting Outta Focus
With No Good Sense Of Intention.
She's Authentic.
She's A Model Of Disaster
With A Heart Of Revolution.
She's So Innocent, But Guilty's Her Plea.
Everybody Wants To Save Her.
From Herself.
They Really Want To Save Themselves.
She's Got The Grace Of A Tourist
With The Charm Of Demolition.
She's A Poem Without A Meter Or Rhyme.
A Random Design of A Flower.
Like A Rose.
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