DenialA Poem by Nathalie Blanck
Everybody wants to be somebody,
let's hear it now, scream and shout. I'm the one and only, let me be your homie. Everyone think there all that, but they never seen something like me, like that, like this. I'm hotter then you times six. So all guys make a line, because you might be mine. © 2012 Nathalie Blanck |
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