LIKE THE STAINING FROM THE INK THAT RUNS ACROSS MY PAGES
THESE HALF SMILES BARELY MANAGED TELL A TALE ALL OF THEIR OWN
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HE THUMBS THE LIPSTICK FROM YOUR AMERICAN MOUTH HE ASKS YOUR AGE and IN YOUR RAGE YOU NEVER FEEL THE JAGGED PENETRATION OF YOUR SO... -
I CAN BE TRANSPARENT AND YOU CAN COME AND LOOK THROUGH ME LOOK THROUGH ME AND SEE THAT I AM ONLY WHAT YOU SEE AND I AM NOT YOUR ENEM...
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