If she can control it..
the bi polars..then..
She owns...
Hefty is headys..glads..
Her very own...heavans..shake..
golden buckets..forevers..
Out of love...she beats him....
Always new shapes...
Only she grows.... him.. his verys...
She turns bi polars...into..
her own personal.......master of you..
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