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Gone are my sweatpants Gone is my hair frizz In reins and shenanigans In awe of the diva that she is.

At times she wants me to make it shine At times she wants me to turn day into night I look at her, kill my routine and go with the flow with resentment Only to find myself reaching for my dreams, the zeal for which she reignites!

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