They pictured her unclothed more often than covered... As they mouthed all the words she knew would be uttered. Her pale freckled skin was consumed by their eyes... As they overlooked flaws and succumbed to her lies.
They pictured her unclothed more often than covered... As they mouthed all the words she knew would be uttered. Her pale freckled skin was consumed by their eyes... As they overlooked flaws and succumbed to her lies.
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Interesting
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sweet lies…besos al vacío desde el vacío
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🖤🖤🖤🖤
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What is seen is rarely what is actually there. Loved this poem!
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Yes! Thank you Jorge!
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