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Oct 2013
Girl, you're already
A walking genocide.
Armed with yourΒ 
favorite prescription
and all the reasons
you wanna escape
the inside

With a bomb strapped
and wire tapped
to your heart beat
to the only constant
of grace
that you stepped out of
in the stutters you gait

Steady your impulses girl
you don't need another slip-up
some emotional trigger

Blowing youΒ 
out of proportion
out of your bodyΒ 
The one you wereΒ 
never comfortable with

From what you saw
should be beauty
the red herring
of reality distortion
the magazines
the billboards
the Goddess abortion
Written by
kenny  35/M/Chicagoland
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