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Yes! She was me in a way or two  She suffered from inadequacy  A pink rose who wasn't sky blue  In terms of beauty speaking, She didn't have enough palms to hold attention Her eyes no ocean to push a lover through  The girl I killed was petite and serene  khaki trousers ,white  woolen pullover  Timeless words,‎ her mouth full of God  She was a gifted, gifted scene in daily deja vu  I never saw her from what she was  I never breathed her breath or saw her cry Instead, I destroyed her habitat, I cut her mahogany hair  I cut her tender voice through  I killed the girl I knew  In a sense, I've killed myself dozen times more ado I lost the girl who whispered : I am you. Tina RSH ©
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
The girl I killed
Yes! She was me in a way or two  She suffered from inadequacy  A pink rose who wasn't sky blue  In terms of beauty speaking, She didn't have enough palms to hold attention Her eyes no ocean to push a lover through  The girl I killed was petite and serene  khaki trousers ,white  woolen pullover  Timeless words,‎ her mouth full of God  She was a gifted, gifted scene in daily deja vu  I never saw her from what she was  I never breathed her breath or saw her cry Instead, I destroyed her habitat, I cut her mahogany hair  I cut her tender voice through  I killed the girl I knew  In a sense, I've killed myself dozen times more ado I lost the girl who whispered : I am you. Tina RSH ©
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Sep 24, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
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