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Jul 2011
I'm the face in your ***** dreams.
I'm your prayer;
your infinity.

You can blame yourself
for wanting more.

I'm your black psalm.

You know your too young;
too imperfect.

I'll disarm you while you want me.
cut you with a smile.
you can watch
my grenadine lips
turn to neon back,

until I'm out of reach.
Georgina Ann
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Georgina Ann
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