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Mar 2015
No
I am a face without a name, a body with no soul, a head with no mind, arms with no feeling, hands with no need, warmth with no heart.  Somehow I’m supposed to want without need, to give and to give and to give and consider it a gift that you desire me.
Laurel Leaves
Written by
Laurel Leaves  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
470
   Akira Chinen and SPT
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