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In the veggie cafe, He sits infront of her, Telling her like it all is, Like she doesn't know. He thinks she looks revolutionary, Ki...
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Jolie Laide There she hangs, his masterpiece and her own, Immortalised in paint, painted over until, A finished moment masks all tha...
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Her beating heart, so tired now, nerves worn thin with worrying, Her legs, led her, running on empty, to the place where she could rest ; ...
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