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Aug 2015
The flowers in my fingers have fallen to the floor
They died without a protest
They died being ignored

The thorns that coat my lips have taught themselves to bite
They nip into your fingertips
Yet you don't seem to mind

My singing voice has deepened, no longer a gorgeous tune
But yet you seem to ask for more
You and only you

My hair is only wild when I step out of a tub
But you remove my hair tie
And all that work is gone

My short hair that I was nervous about, you never said a word
It pains me to look in the mirror
Yet none exist in your world

A compilation of dull colors you say?
I see a rainbow, a dazzling array
Of hidden oranges and sparkling greens

*why do i need you to love me?
Ann Nicole
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