Grease myself, pray for whiter skin
Rest until tommorow,which never begins
Tired of pressing buttons,tired of fabric grins
Why am I never tired when it comes to confess sins?
Lust over luscious style, and for natural splendor
Spend all my paper and coins on things I won't remember
Tired of fallacy, tired of cliche' cliff hangers...
Holly New
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