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poem by:
Jenni
Written
on Jan 03, 2018
Do you want to see my insides? Let’s play doctor And I’ll let you cut me open You can poke around my organs Redecorate if you like Do you want to see for sure That there’s nothing more? You see me in 3 dimensions But I swear I only exist on paper My hands are covered in notes Because I forget myself sometimes It’s hard to remember something That doesn’t exist
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