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Dec 2011
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?
Written by
Marie
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     Joelle May, ---, victoria, J and Marie
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