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Jul 2011
I don't know whether I should revile them
or revel in them.
Tucked/ perfect frame/
eyes that make me sick,
if only for lack of love.
empty but for lust/ it's a shame/
to think what love might have wrought
for these shapely circadian tallow hues.
Plastic is bought again.
Written by
William
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