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you: humor used to disguise, your vacuous lies, a smile seemingly bright, a knife stabbing my insides. sarcasm used to disguise, my wrung out insides, chopped cropped lob, cleansing me of your scorn. me:
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
opposites?
you: humor used to disguise, your vacuous lies, a smile seemingly bright, a knife stabbing my insides. sarcasm used to disguise, my wrung out insides, chopped cropped lob, cleansing me of your scorn. me:
read it either way, it makes more sense top to bottom tho
raquel-butler
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
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