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she's still coming-of-age, like those bad films with those bad boys trying to tell her secrets that aren't really secrets; to lips that only turn out tricks. they all don't dare forget her because, when she leaves, she's never gone too long. she doesn't have time for quitting-- she's a dreamer with an "ever after" in sight. she's a winner, she's a sinner. get too close and, you won't regret her, until she's left you for dead, lying half-conscious; gasping for more in the a.m.
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
dead in the a.m.
she's still coming-of-age, like those bad films with those bad boys trying to tell her secrets that aren't really secrets; to lips that only turn out tricks. they all don't dare forget her because, when she leaves, she's never gone too long. she doesn't have time for quitting-- she's a dreamer with an "ever after" in sight. she's a winner, she's a sinner. get too close and, you won't regret her, until she's left you for dead, lying half-conscious; gasping for more in the a.m.
claireewalt
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
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