June 7, 2009
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Flatters you with words of love
Requiring perfection in all areas.
Under ruthless tyrany I
Stand with arms folded in cool defiance.
Tears try to break through my front but cannot
Run until I'm
Alone in my room, with a pen and a mirror.
Then the river flows and the
Incessant cycle begins again.
Out it all comes untill
Nothing is left.

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