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What is this you speak? The spread of thighs? The show of teeth? Yet and still I do seem meek I wonder if it's somehow exculpatory My fears The sides of my story The blood, the horror, and in fact the glory But still I toss that for you Happiness I've yet to learn and share The constant state of being aware The words lingering in the air I cannot enjoy only ensnare This Janus - faced figure of my affections It's true What is the real motive and direction? If only I didn't constantly have to question But I was still crazy for you
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC
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What is this you speak? The spread of thighs? The show of teeth? Yet and still I do seem meek I wonder if it's somehow exculpatory My fears The sides of my story The blood, the horror, and in fact the glory But still I toss that for you Happiness I've yet to learn and share The constant state of being aware The words lingering in the air I cannot enjoy only ensnare This Janus - faced figure of my affections It's true What is the real motive and direction? If only I didn't constantly have to question But I was still crazy for you
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC
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