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You looked only on my surface
You didn't like me for me,
You liked me for my being
You liked my breast, hips, and somewhat okay face
You didn't like my art, my music, my jokes,
Your words invaded me and,
Honestly I didn't like it
I left you with sarcasm,
Thank god this didn't happen face to face,
I would have lost,
And it would not have been
Words
Thank god, your hands were replaced with words

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