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Faceless names with no souls
kiss me hard on the mouth
with too eager tounges
and scratchy stubble
leaving red marks and distaste
what liberties they take
with cheap liquor and fruit juice
if i could just get some fresh air
and a little grace
i could turn them away
through screens and storm doors
and funhouse mirrors that distort me
to them a disguise
and i may have some peace
from whatever they think i am
