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They drool and pierce, at my colour and my shape Stare rapturous-eyed while I murmur flattery Run greedy hands all over my body and my face As their nasty smile turns predatory Pay so much attention, to what they want to see And trample on the words I've laid out for them to read I've drawn such easy maps, in hopes someone might care Enough to find me out But no one's ever there I've presented my all Over and over again But no one's looked long enough to see all I laid bare Do they even listen to what I have to say, Or are they too busy, Staring four inches south of my face
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
Are you looking at me?
They drool and pierce, at my colour and my shape Stare rapturous-eyed while I murmur flattery Run greedy hands all over my body and my face As their nasty smile turns predatory Pay so much attention, to what they want to see And trample on the words I've laid out for them to read I've drawn such easy maps, in hopes someone might care Enough to find me out But no one's ever there I've presented my all Over and over again But no one's looked long enough to see all I laid bare Do they even listen to what I have to say, Or are they too busy, Staring four inches south of my face
ridhima-dutta
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
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