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Apr 2013
She wonders why she's well traveled
As she takes the most obvious roads
Peeling my skin off never felt so good.
Quiet chuckles turn to cackles,
Eyes turn to holes
Peeling of my skin never felt so good.
I keep a firm grip on my jealousy
While she grips greasy hands
Peeling my skin off never felt so good.
She'll take her clothes off later
But she'll never lay bare
Peeling my skin off never felt so good.
Written by
virgil deckard  american
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