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Jan 2017
No one buys used *** dolls.
Why did I expect you to?
Take me off the shelf,
Please I encourage it.
Pop me.
Deflate me until I'm so flat
Running me over makes no difference.
Running has never been an option.
You can't run
When you're made of air,
Fantasy,
And shadows.
I just sit hear silently praying
That is isn't another test drive.
Run me over.
Run me over.
Run me over.
*Run.
I am a mess.
Am I too clean for cutting?
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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