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Oct 2010
The drink is a trap
Your light kiss is a tease

You are not attractive
You are not attractive
I say to myself
I snap out of it

And snap back in again
Your body doesn’t do it for me
Your words don’t travel far

You look like you need a compliment
You seek them like a fish in a little tank
      swimming to the surface for food

I pinch myself not to wake up but to
black out
My face is red

I know what’s happening
I may have lost control but I hover above
watching

My body does the talking and says the right things to the wrong person
Written by
Jamie Santoro
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