Digital She

She is not really brave
curdles life never mind the grave
like a teen fancy life she crave
confined in a cocoon she feels
when 'they' deny her thrills
Deeply travel she seeks
an outing off the shores
In the designers towers she drags
out for the body fittings
Her love rich as an Mps dinner,
Pizzas burgers candle lit dinner
a lambogeny and a mansion wins her heart,
she is a digital she.

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Jared nzioki

Hi hows this work,worthy it??

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