Machine escalating sounds,
Awakened dead species, inhumed in my core
Flourishing every piece of underlying muscle
Making I look,
Five years younger than my actual age
She felt jealous, with invading envy
In her case,
Many assumed her to be older
Sophisticated beauty,
With sights of intelligence, she possessed
Alongside a pretty toxic smile, she flared out
Many confused her appearance, with maturity
Very vibrant, yet moody, she was
One needed a right approach,
To dive into her personal space
I determinedly rehearsed, to stay hilarious
As I inappropriately,
Invaded her personal space
With a psychotic belief:
I missed ballroom dancing
She knew my passion for dance,
Those memories were sealed off and sent away
Not even a cheesy replay, I found
Neither could she
I realized, my actual problem was:
Role models I looked up to,
Were actual models . . .
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