(still working on this)
Mousy faced with an evil smirk, she wants to scheme and she does, with glee.
A boy, very thoughtful and when he speaks, its big and deep.
He's a hermit, an artist, he lives by his brush to paint himself his society.
A boy, lumbering and tall with a lone cloud hanging over his head.
A passionate filmmaker, raw and rude, fuzzed out of his mind, he rolls his joint.
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