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Jan 2015
My face is a mask it only disguises the soul inside me that never provided
enough interest to provoke your eyes, your void & hollow compromises
you pretended to be all my desires choking on smoke to extinguish the fire u ignited, u decided, to let that transpire with no remorse, you took your course, left the door open wide
I hope you keep ur improvises on a shorter leash next time or you won't make it out alive
Melinda Barrett
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Melinda Barrett  Ft. Lauderdale
(Ft. Lauderdale)   
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