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I had me a botox in the middle of the night Don't offer me a bed as I can't unlock the light I am so cold my breath is over the faint might Don't run back as I can't bear your grey sight 1,2,3,4,5..... I'll climb up this mountain in tights 5,6,7,8,9... I'll shout on and on as my vocals fight Hide that smile is not bright, germinating blight On the count of 10, I'll fist your toe, it's my right This pen is the only weapon I got in my isolation The words from inside escapes to another  location Introverted but logically attuned in many a motion I can't face you directly to answer your urgent notion
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
Botoxed Motions and Notions
I had me a botox in the middle of the night Don't offer me a bed as I can't unlock the light I am so cold my breath is over the faint might Don't run back as I can't bear your grey sight 1,2,3,4,5..... I'll climb up this mountain in tights 5,6,7,8,9... I'll shout on and on as my vocals fight Hide that smile is not bright, germinating blight On the count of 10, I'll fist your toe, it's my right This pen is the only weapon I got in my isolation The words from inside escapes to another  location Introverted but logically attuned in many a motion I can't face you directly to answer your urgent notion
SassyJ
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
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