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Text: And so, gazing at her, I realized that she's far too young and wrought with beauty to die. Such scarlet lips were dressed in sunshine forever, yet the chemical imbalance had her always asking: "How far are we from the asphalt?" Well if only she knew... if she had loved me I'd have tried to be peroxide on her forearms. Each paragraph will be a test.

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