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You look better When you're smiling Doors of ivory hide unease Your smile looks better When your spiraling Down down chutes of self appease And I look better When you're defiling All the things that live to please.

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robyn-kekacs

American

Published: Sep 3, 2011
LinesWords: 1138

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