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Glass for skin Zippers for lips Straw for hair Words forebidden Secrets to share Empty soul Hollow chest If only I were perfect If only I were blessed Painted cheeks Stiff muscles Scars to be made Ink for blood Mind to go insane Unaccomplished dreams They don’t make ’em like me.
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