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Sep 2014
How you crave love,
That you would do,
Or say, or give away,
Everything,
And anything.

How you crave beauty,
That you would cut,
Or slice, or carve away,
Everything,
And anything.

How you crave perfection,
That you would mold,
Or change, or melt away,
Everything,
And anything.

How you crave skin,
That you would strip,
Or lose, or trade away,
Everything,
And anything.
A poem about females, and more directly, me.
Victoria Johnson
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Victoria Johnson
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