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A beauty spot above my lip... a grace of beauty bestowed upon me. In her skin I would wear it like a glove adoring the stares, the open mouthed gapes. I would be her; bright smiles and shiny eyes surrounded by my circle of forever friends. Needles in veins, distorting thin lips and breasts that I hit with angry punches I would be insecure; prozac my lover morphine my husband I would cover my non existent frame and die on my bed of nails this celluloid bimbo no one will remember In her skin, I...

A beauty spot above my lip... a grace of beauty bestowed upon me. In her skin I would wear it like a glove adoring the stares, the open mouthed gapes. I would be her; bright smiles and shiny eyes surrounded by my circle of forever friends. Needles in veins, distorting thin lips, breasts and even down there I would be insecure; prozac my lover morphine my husband I would flee from the maddening crowd, cover my non existant frame. I would die on my bed of nails a celluloid bimbo no one will rem...

He crawls under my skin like no man can forming beads of sweat above my brow, my upper lip His assault short but relentless I fear he will make me narcoleptic My clothes are wet soaked My mind frenzied can't think I try to wash him off yet he returns feeding off my skin oozing through my pores Annoying and uncomfortable he makes me This thing called Humidity.

In her skin I would wear it like a glove adoring the stares, the open mouthed gapes. I would be her; bright smiles and shiny eyes surrounded by my circle of forever friends. Not an ugly graze would find my knees a beauty spot above my lip a grace of beauty bestowed upon me. I would be insecure; prozac my lover morphine my husband I would flee from the maddening crowd, cover my non existant frame. I would die on my bed of nails a celluloid bimbo no one will remember In her skin I would rather ...

Foreign Shadows of long lost.... /friends/family/brother, forgotten-by-a NARCOLEPTIC MIND Memoirs that were once ALIVE! VIBRANT! URGENT! are-no-longer L U C I D sometimes the HUSH is like that of a>>> sleeping>>> child CLARITY that has been eaten by MOTHS....