your smile hangs over me like the december mist
i feel something bloom inside my barren heart
temptation beckons to me with a sultry smile
I push down my glass walls and roll out the welcome mat
[" please, come in, make yourself at home "]
sometimes i look into my reflection and whisper,
"stupid, stupid girl."
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