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What's Rare is You, My Dear

Artificial Everything

By Tennessee GarbagePublished about a year ago 1 min read
What's Rare is You, My Dear
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10 muscles to smile

but you fill it with acid,

your soft charm is faked.

What is a pure thought?

You follow what you hear

Do your eyes not work?

You buy what's hot today,

just to lose the air you breathe

to be the Main Character

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Tennessee Garbage

Howdy! There is relatable stuff here- dark and twisty and some sentimental garbage. "Don't forget to tip your waitresses" Hi, I am your waitress, let me serve you with more content. Hope you enjoy! :)

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