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Jan 2013
My name is but a twisted heart
Does is beat when you speak?
It's mangled and broken
Will it still beat when you speak?
I only live to please
I spend my life on my knees
and yet I'm nothing but ******
Listen to my name beat
without rhythm
without rhyme
I never look to the skies
Because the dead grass has leashed my eyes
and I'll never show a smile
because my lips can only point down
I listen to this song to know I'm not alone
I wish I were on your tongue
but, yes, I know that under the art
My name is but a twisted heart.
Caroline Stradley
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Caroline Stradley  26/F/Austin, TX
(26/F/Austin, TX)   
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