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Apr 2016
When she's here…
I crave motherly affection
I get discerning dissection
I see my pale complexion
I ignite her shopping obsession
I'm forced to give my attention
I explore every confession
I ignore every correction
I lose my own direction
My existence is not that of my own
saranade
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saranade  40/Androgynous/Phoenix, Arizona
(40/Androgynous/Phoenix, Arizona)   
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