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Nov 2012
It hurts when your made up of naked love
your heart tied in fake smiles and lies,
beat
beat
you up

Sicken with desire trying to find a doctor,
who'll make it all right.

he'll tune you up

fixed new threads
that make you wet

Reflections of winners masks the regret,
who will guide this ship?

My sails feel like they're ripped
but to be honest
my spring is kind
of sprung

I am a monster,
a surfer girl
on salty seas.

nervous when the sun ends.
wandabitch
Written by
wandabitch  Promethea
(Promethea)   
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