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How I wish to be free From your entanglement But your vines of thick blue yarn Grab at my wrists Clasping at my throat They grow heavier on my shoulders Leaving marks of Blue In places unwanted
A sleeping beauty, resting oh so peacefully, rosy red lips, long lash tips, a darling doll, out like a light, with this in her drink, there will be no fight. After the fact,
  The day he left was the day it all started That day I decided to tread into waters uncharted. I acknowledged how fun it was to be a sight that men drool to see
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