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Oct 2016
I wanna be beautiful
But really I'm not suitable
For kissing, talking, walking, *******
Or whatever humans do
I wish I could remember how to be
But I never really knew
And now I'm tearing at the edges
Leaking sand and salt and dust from all my seams
What's this dream? It isn't sweet
Who's this stranger inside me?
I was gutted like a home and they've replaced all of my bones
Hello- my name is jade
I wear white and hate the shade
My eyes are brown, my hands are pink
And I just poured $50 down the sink
Pigeon
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   Azaria and Sea
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