Simple (ifana8)
Simple
Flashy, in style
is so not my style
I'd prefer simple, invisible
blending with the pile
Black is my lover
in clothes, in coffee
Hoody is my brother
With it, you can't know me
Sneakers are my comfort
Helps me run faster
to face and fight danger
Heels are not the sort
Pretty plain, isn't it?
Boring, some might say
But it's not my job to render skits
I only serve Rescue on a tray
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