Her hair the blackest black,
Her eyes the greenest green.
Her cheeks the whitest white,
But yet she lay unseen.
Her lips the fullest red,
Her lashes the darkest black.
Her nose the daintiest cream,
But yet some she did still lack.
Her shoes the dullest grey,
Her clothes the brightest pink.
Her scarf a sultry yellow,
But yet she didn't stop to think.
Her mind a buzzing hell,
Her thoughts the messy bubble.
Her dreams a hectic mess,
But yet was she big trouble?
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