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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?"
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