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Dec 2013
You look at my exposed skin
as if blemishes do not exist
and I craved your attention
like bees to honey.

If it weren't for your eyes
I would have ever thought
that my miniscule life
could possibly have a purpose.
Written by
Two-headed Monster
704
   Curt A Rivard Sr
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