May 18, 2009
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What's underneath may be raw
And the flesh still pink
Imperfection is what it saw
And so it began to think
"Change is needed here"
Though its thought was closer than near
No friz,no blemishes,no fat, no imperfect teeth
No reason,no condemishes,no sad,no existance of feel
It shall be forbidden
To let your wax drip
It must stay on the sinnin
To take it's long sip
Dye your hair,stick a finger down your throat
Put your body through hell
Though there shouldn't be much worry
Let loose of your outershell

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