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Symmetry is what kills me Everyday Proxy and poking All day all day all day Symmetry is what kills me Proxy and poking What kills a lady With a shuffling heart Heart beats a pitter patter across a blood stream Angles and ages America, isn't the symmetry of my veins that carry my oxygen enough? Why does the flesh My mounted flesh Purpose was to sheath me from the cold Purpose is now askew Mixed and messy Even my perception is far from Symmetrical. I apologize for my odd lips Minor and minute My DD faces Is that not what the true face is? The pink heads splayed across a globed smile and frown Lopsided and all that matters My true face is covered But my true face is the object of obsession My silly, silly old lips My flappy ***** My rings of curly tresses galore Symmetry still kills me, everyday.
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
Symmetry
Symmetry is what kills me Everyday Proxy and poking All day all day all day Symmetry is what kills me Proxy and poking What kills a lady With a shuffling heart Heart beats a pitter patter across a blood stream Angles and ages America, isn't the symmetry of my veins that carry my oxygen enough? Why does the flesh My mounted flesh Purpose was to sheath me from the cold Purpose is now askew Mixed and messy Even my perception is far from Symmetrical. I apologize for my odd lips Minor and minute My DD faces Is that not what the true face is? The pink heads splayed across a globed smile and frown Lopsided and all that matters My true face is covered But my true face is the object of obsession My silly, silly old lips My flappy ***** My rings of curly tresses galore Symmetry still kills me, everyday.
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
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