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Draped in the typical dress, maybe you have ordinary ways, but I think masked in simplicity is a manifesting destiny, perhaps of you draped in me in these ordinary days. Just brown eyes, just brown hair, six feet, who should care, but I melt, I desire, I distantly admire, you in entirety, all of you that sits before me. Ordinary is now an exceptional quality. I want to be yours and ordinary.