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Sep 29
You look like someone’s wearing you skin today.
Your movement’s off,
you’ve bent your arm in a way
I think you crawled
out of your mouth
and handed you skin to a stranger to pilot.
Someone unconcerned with appearances
and seems more comfortable in your leather jacket
than you do,
so you could have a day off
from being someone else.
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       Carmen Jane, Puck Everlasting, Brandy, gabby, xxx and 9 others
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