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Jun 2010
pretty face,
*******,
who do you think you are?
just here for you,

bruised,
shattered,
and granted imperfection.

vexed,
and ready,

with the morning star burning out,
use me.

attend me,

and i'll keep right here,

like a motionless object,
pretty face,

if you only knew what you were playing with,

fill up my lungs.
with complete nonsense
Katie Meadows
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