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Not Her

She wears that smile You know the one It comes from the hidden secrets Something's gone according to her plan. Her calculations were correct. The plot thickens. Why can’t you see through her eyes To her core Where she waits Like a snake Ready to coil around her prey It’s me It has always been me Who soothed you! Who understood you, and who needs you. What’s wrong with me?
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Dec 15, 2011
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