, but instead creating your own.

Re-plan fiascos.
Wistful smile, drunk-
You reek of innocence.
Becalmed,
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Whose face will the traces for her pomegranate lip balm rent?
Who’ll father her child?
Who’ll keep her warm?
Who’ll wrap their lean thigh around her hip?
Who’ll love her like clay?
Who’ll she leave the door unlocked for?
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