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Jan 2018
You pulled the blanket down
You see me now
Or at least the flesh
The outside is a mess
But inside I’m undressed
And waiting
Waiting for the show to end
Isn’t all of it just pretend
I am so sick of your planted face
The words that all sound the same
No matter how many
No matter what age or race or how many digets are in the bank
It all remains the same
The lines slightly varied
The moves slightly varied
The *** slightly varied
I should have stayed married.
Written by
Marie  34/F/Ohio
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