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Aug 2014
I feel every scratch

every pricing look

and every drop of blood

daggers fly across from your eyes

could words really stab me like yours do

so many feeling rushing around me like dust

you probe me like i have a thick hust

confusion runs over me

i dont know how to react

but i know you see the scars

scars are pretty to me they all have a story

weather or not you put them there

so show me your skin

let me feel each bump in each hair

lets be romantic

only for it all to fall apart

i wanna see you smile

but i get ignored

i am not that important

you could do with out

god i crave you

in that i have no doubt
Amandalee Patience Wilson
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Amandalee Patience Wilson  Bloomington, California
(Bloomington, California)   
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