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Sep 2014
I always compromise when I’m lonely

In the beds of strangers,

hopeful that someone can love me.

Many see I'm broken beautifully.

Some think I’m art; crafted delicately.

Others say; dangerous, sad, and extreme!

but they'll willingly be that drug I so desperately need.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
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