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I'm in the play house again
Naked
Nothing but skin
Cool air from the squeaky ceiling fan
The guitar wails
Pristine chords
Unclean girl
Wipes my stomach
With a smile
A hot towel
My time had expired
Her face looks worn out and tired
She hasn't slept in days
Only keeps half of what she makes
I close my eyes
Say thank you and leave
In peace
Until I need
My next release


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Twirly
Date: Wednesday, 8th October 2014 @ 10:44:33 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Jyssvw22
The red lights flicker
I'm in the play house again
Naked
Nothing but skin
Cool air from the squeaky ceiling fan
The guitar wails
Pristine chords
Unclean girl
Wipes my stomach
With a smile
A hot towel
My time had expired
Her face looks worn out and tired
She hasn't slept in days
Only keeps half of what she makes
I close my eyes
Say thank you and leave
In peace
Until I need
My next release


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