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shy
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Somewhat poems Liquid masked with a silver lining
Into skid marks on her cheeks
Plummet down her lips
Underneath her chin
They gather into heat
Hidden hands
Nails dig into fingers
A corruption only she can see
Discrete yet painful
Like eyes to scared to blink
A semi-vibration pulling her head to her knees
Eyelashes kiss her skirt
Leaving smudged prints
That she wants him to see..
