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She ladled the conversation, skimming from the top

 That damn helium balloon from last year still refuses to pop

 They asked her what the plan was, its really simple math

 She’s hungry to distraction eyeing his better hanging half

 I want a new icon

 She rounded out her edges to be soft and diffuse

 That damn helium balloon from last year still hasn’t found a better use

 Her second toe went numb, as she kicked the grizzly slush

 She’s tallying a list of terrible things she doesn’t need to buy until you die

 I want a new icon