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Wick To A Flame
Torn up town,
everyone is
the same but me,
ripped up jeans
dangling earrings
brushing against
my naked neck
Tattoos playing
peek a boo when
I move just right
I must be interesting
to look at, they all stare,
I'm not like them
At times I'm a blank
page, having no marks
to show, nobody to
read me, like a wick to
a flame I burn alone
everyone is
the same but me,
ripped up jeans
dangling earrings
brushing against
my naked neck
Tattoos playing
peek a boo when
I move just right
I must be interesting
to look at, they all stare,
I'm not like them
At times I'm a blank
page, having no marks
to show, nobody to
read me, like a wick to
a flame I burn alone
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