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The Outline Girl

She drew herself out of thin air

And she had to learn to care

To breath

To eat

To sleep

Her master was magic

And she wasted the tragic

Moments on her drive

Her pure instinct and

Need to thrive

She was the outline girl

And her hands

Were made of pearl

Born from the clams

Of her sultry mouth

She had to learn to move

To survive

And fight

And she had pride

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