Not-Me

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the dollthere once was a doll / with rosy cheeks / and porcelain skin. / her smile painted / a permanent hap
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your tasteYour lips touched mine / and fireworks went off / every sense was heightened / and I could taste you
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Being A woman in AmericaBeing a woman in America / is so very dangerous. / Afraid to walk down the street / alone in broad d
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Honeysuckle BlowjobsAs a child my lips kissed / Every honeysuckle my arms could reach. / I believed,honestly and truly,
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Never youit's the end of a less than / five minute conversation / some mumbled / excuse about exams / and a s
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PearlsThe illusion of elegance, / copied from her mother. / Childhoods left undealt with, / but she wears
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GoodbyeGoodbyes taste like salt. / Or maybe that’s the tears, / as they run into my mouth. / They burn my e
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church bellschurch bells going off in my head / ringing on and on / until I can't sleep and I kneel / just to sp
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My body is an islandThere is a boy who claimed to love me, / His hands would grab at my waist / Like his lust was cured
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His fingersThe way his fingers moved over the ivory keys / Notes pouring from his hands left me in awe / "Sing"
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