The more distant she grew,
The more she could see through.
Distance may be subjective to some,
But affective to those receptive.
She drifts away from the cabaret of stereotypes, and dwells in between the lines of incoherence.
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The more distant she grew,
The more she could see through.
Distance may be subjective to some,
But affective to those receptive.
She drifts away from the cabaret of stereotypes, and dwells in between the lines of incoherence.
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