Confession

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Her phone is always turned over
her back is always exposed
her legs, always spread.
her heart, hidden and closed
her mind, riddled and plagued,
her soul, drowning in lies.
It's 10 AM, Sunday morning.
From a different bed, she sees the sunrise.

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LesseloovesPeterLesseloovesPeterover 10 years ago
re: walk of shame

Perhaps it depends on...why she does what she does...hides, drowning in lies...

QueenelizabethQueenelizabethover 10 years ago
Hmm

Excellent question Oldbear

Oldbear63Oldbear63over 10 years ago
She is doing

"the walk of shame." Does she need to?

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