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there is nothing between my *******               only skin that's the way it will stay until the day when i become attached                  then, I will keep my problems there. I will keep hatred and the harsh words between my plump fleshy hills I will keep them there until you strip me down and wipe them away with your rough fingertips and lift my body and soul up to a better place, more accessible to you.                 the bra is burned                 my body is alive                 my body is ash                 now. so wipe them away               wipe away my burdens and connect us now          crawl inside my cocoon        and turn me into a butterfly
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Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 5:56 PM UTC
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there is nothing between my *******               only skin that's the way it will stay until the day when i become attached                  then, I will keep my problems there. I will keep hatred and the harsh words between my plump fleshy hills I will keep them there until you strip me down and wipe them away with your rough fingertips and lift my body and soul up to a better place, more accessible to you.                 the bra is burned                 my body is alive                 my body is ash                 now. so wipe them away               wipe away my burdens and connect us now          crawl inside my cocoon        and turn me into a butterfly
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Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 5:56 PM UTC
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