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Sep 2018
Upon those lips
behind your eyes
I'm caught in a snare
short of breath
I can't help but to stare
feeling my way though the dark
a familiar path stitched on my skin
Stealing myself from this world
hiding from the pain
Upon those lips
behind your eyes
I'm caught in your lie
Michelle Morine
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Michelle Morine  43/F/Nevada
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