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Mar 2014
please do not tell me
that i am beautiful,
right now because i
cannot help myself --

i will inhale your words and
then swallow them and absorb them
into my veins and my arteries
and they will stick like honey
and burn like arsenic
because they are such
lovely
little
lies.
chinupvee
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