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Sep 2015
My body is that of a doll's;
thousand of beads fill me up,
replacing my heart and bones with regrets.
A smile painted on my face is misleading...
an invitation to come closer.
With strings attached to limbs,
manipulate me with every movement of your hand.
Squeeze me tight, unravel stitches and force the beads out
And watch a lifetime of regrets spill around me.
Chelsea
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Chelsea
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   john p green
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