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Jan 2013
My skin is drenched in hotness
A stench without a smell,

I cast my gaze upon a familiar face
A lie lived within a frame,

The smug complexion, The ego, The lie.
the music hurt my ears I wanted to cry.

Yet wait, I halt in extended beauty,
a false yet undeniable truth
Emma T
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Emma T  Knoxville
(Knoxville)   
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