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are my lips too thin so the words cannot flounce or somersault with flair they break their pretty necks   land with a painful yell   and flounder in your grimace   helpless are my teeth too crooked like a metal fence deformed the sentences tear and topple off flattened children in the muck     mangled by dogs their sad filthy hands pinch your ears   hopeless if i dressed it all up like a call-girl, ruby lipstick, fishnet stockings on my thoughts and i danced out the poetry on your lap, in the dark, would you be fine with me being in love with you? i don't know
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Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
i don't know
are my lips too thin so the words cannot flounce or somersault with flair they break their pretty necks   land with a painful yell   and flounder in your grimace   helpless are my teeth too crooked like a metal fence deformed the sentences tear and topple off flattened children in the muck     mangled by dogs their sad filthy hands pinch your ears   hopeless if i dressed it all up like a call-girl, ruby lipstick, fishnet stockings on my thoughts and i danced out the poetry on your lap, in the dark, would you be fine with me being in love with you? i don't know
maybe i'd sound a little better, if my features were more sweet...
lilacdom08
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18/F/London
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
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