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You stay in my memories,Like a specter,haunting halls of broken promisesAnd possibilities.I rip scabs from wounds unhealedto visit you.I cower in corn..
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The shoebox of you that I shouldn’t keep,
Holds the fractures in my promise to forget you.
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Beauty is plastic and silicon,A pagan ritual of sacrificeBovines slaughtered for AphroditeTo perfect His image.Only surgeons eyes behold beauty.Scalpe..
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You scream, but only loving things.
You handle, but only with care.
You steal, but only my heart.
You lie, but only beside me.
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Just needed to get this out of me.
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June 7, 2011
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June 7, 2011
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