I am not a statistic
You can�t analyze me
You see me
Hiding behind the glasses
Red hair
Sweet smile
You think smart but shy
But you don�t know me
You don�t see me
I am writhing
Whirling
Screaming
Dreaming
Bundle of female energy
I�m a bomb to explode
And bring peace to all
Mostly me
If you knew me
Perhaps you�d guess
How much is hidden
Behind the glasses
But you don�t
And you never will
Because
You aren�t
My type
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