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Hair as wild as the Amazon                 Hair crazy and wild   holding secrets I do not                 that tickles me when we    wish to know                                  sleep in a drunken haze                                                                            on a tiny bed    Eyes that scream an                   Eyes colored and different    intensity I do not                                   that see through the    wish to pierce me                       smokescreen of my words                                                                               of deception Voice as deep                                 Voice that calls me back as the Mariana trench                       to a place of sanity   I do not wish to hear                            caressing me to                                at 4 am                           comfort    Heart tender undercooked flesh           Heart as big as the   I do not wish to see tear                   population of india                                                      loving my scars and bruises                                                                 unconditionally       Keep away .                Please stay, just one more day.
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
Conflicting Perceptions
Hair as wild as the Amazon                 Hair crazy and wild   holding secrets I do not                 that tickles me when we    wish to know                                  sleep in a drunken haze                                                                            on a tiny bed    Eyes that scream an                   Eyes colored and different    intensity I do not                                   that see through the    wish to pierce me                       smokescreen of my words                                                                               of deception Voice as deep                                 Voice that calls me back as the Mariana trench                       to a place of sanity   I do not wish to hear                            caressing me to                                at 4 am                           comfort    Heart tender undercooked flesh           Heart as big as the   I do not wish to see tear                   population of india                                                      loving my scars and bruises                                                                 unconditionally       Keep away .                Please stay, just one more day.
nicole-ruth-ellis
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
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