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Sep 2018
Who the ****
Do you think you are
To go around telling lies?

You use my lips,
My eyes,
My thighs,
Put on a bold new show.

But all it does
Is bring me down
Where's the sparkle --
where's the shine?

Nothing but pretty lies
And uglier truths
Escaping from the stage.

My heart cries --
But you'll never see the tears.
Meghan
Written by
Meghan  F/Metro Detroit
(F/Metro Detroit)   
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