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Your lips serene. Your skin smells sweet. And ahh your hair! I could live in its deep. A pretty sight. For to catch is jubilee! I rejoice in your beauty. For to see! For to see! Your smile is pleasant. And pleasant are you. Oh how I long! That I m
You're too angry,
these statements he said.
When he should have taken my hand
and asked me where it hurt.
Am I invisible to you?
You don't see me here?
My hips is wide
the blood in my veins are the tears that cry out from the lacerations on your heart.
i see the ones on your wrist and i say to myself, "has she never felt love?"
