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Feb 2016
I had me a botox in the middle of the night
Don't offer me a bed as I can't unlock the light
I am so cold my breath is over the faint might
Don't run back as I can't bear your grey sight

1,2,3,4,5..... I'll climb up this mountain in tights
5,6,7,8,9... I'll shout on and on as my vocals fight
Hide that smile is not bright, germinating blight
On the count of 10, I'll fist your toe, it's my right

This pen is the only weapon I got in my isolation
The words from inside escapes to anotherΒ Β location
Introverted but logically attuned in many a motion
I can't face you directly to answer your urgent notion
Written by
SassyJ  36/F/Australia
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