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I wear my emotions on my sleeve   You ignored the gentle wash label... bleached them with your stained whites    as you sat on top of the machine                            in your underwear                   enjoying the good vibrations You even had a cigarette after....    lipstick stained, hanging from your unapologetic smile             Reminding me that it was, after all, my fault             and I should be more aware of what I leave lying around "I'm not Martha F***ing Stewart" That's the first honest thing you've told me today.
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
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I wear my emotions on my sleeve   You ignored the gentle wash label... bleached them with your stained whites    as you sat on top of the machine                            in your underwear                   enjoying the good vibrations You even had a cigarette after....    lipstick stained, hanging from your unapologetic smile             Reminding me that it was, after all, my fault             and I should be more aware of what I leave lying around "I'm not Martha F***ing Stewart" That's the first honest thing you've told me today.
j-a-doetsch
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
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