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we're greedyI want to curl my hair and make it stay that way for you to see and think to yourself that I was pretty and you never noticed. I want to paint my lips the colour of February and I want you to notice it and say I look like your favourite month. I want to be able to dance, in a dress made of pressed flowers and you to tell me I smell like summer.we're greedy
I heard you hated your hair when it was brown and you thought it was boring. I want my hair to be the colour of lake water and the dragonflies that get caught in the grill of your car. I want you to tell me that I mean more to you than anything you have ever seenheardfelt but y
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the nameless project313th chorusthe nameless project3
we played strip-poker hand by
hand and in that nervous light our clothes fell her eyes fell
into a healthy glimpse of just how ugly I was;
'cause there are scars behind my pretty poems
and a heart with muscle- memory, beating the cadence to which dying-soldiers march.
draped in cardio- vascular bandaids I taste-test every apple to make sure it isn't poison
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