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Willful, woeful, wet worn edges
Heavy eyes with floating need
Tainted softness dipped in glitter
Tear her skin to show the greed
Time is borrowed, blossoms sorrow
scorched in suffering
Stay till morrow, feel not followed
Poorly spoken, softly stolen
frown upon her head
to stand within the dead.
Careless feelings lost with healing,
Scared to find it's lack of shyness
lives within my head.
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