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Apr 2019
Sometimes
I feel as though
I have nothing to offer
except witty retort
a painted face
a mouth that still whispers his name
a ***** soaked heart
and a wine stained soul
And a body
that shivers at the slightest touch
because my body can’t forget
what my mind can
my skin screams at the thought
And I’m just begging you
to see me
because I’ve lost sight of myself
I want to use you
as a pair of glasses
to see myself
through your lenses
just to try on
Please
tell me that your prescription
is stronger than mine
Please
tell me that you see something
more beautiful than I

- Glasses
From Part 1: The Abyss
Deanna Dellia
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Deanna Dellia  24/F/New York, NY
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