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Feb 2015
We all produce our own oil
I don't need yours to supplement my complexion

This colossal rock we live on has plenty of dirt
I don't want to shake your hand
Licking your lips all day
I don't want one planted on my cheek
Covering your beads of sweat with body spray
No, you may not borrow my shirt
Doing floor work all day
Stay away from my face

Have gratifying ideals in your head
I really can't see you from a mile away
Sol
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Sol  Cali
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