There was always a her
Her
with her big white pearly teeth
and her charming smile.
Her graceful long limbs
and her big doe-like eyes.
Her
with her infectious laugh,
her gentle smile,
her wit,
her easygoingness.
You always were after another her when I saw you
I guess I wasn't good enough
I guess I'll never be
her.
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