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Sep 2012
shun the non-believers,
what time is it anyway?
minty fresh
wind of frebreeze
like it in the ****
icy chills
down yo spine
winter in the mountains
frost bite in places
you didn't know you even
had to go there-
inevitable
to say the least,
I think you're pretty great,
at times,
when you treat me like a princess
and I pretend to be
unaware,
uninterested in being a thing of positivity,
not wanting to be any much of your thoughts,
separate
but really
I want to be there
in your mind
because deep down
I'm selfish like that
I want to control you
but to maintain that status
of superior-
lord forbid
the crashing of humanity
that would occur
were I to be another's-
not part of my genetic makeup,
I don't even wear any-
au naturale-
I'm your kind of girl
and in a way
you're my kind
of destruction of ego
Written by
Matalie Niller
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