a facade

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A dirty hookup in the back seat of a car

he filled me but I felt empty

a fling with a stranger at a bar

putting on my assembly

My fingers touch but they do not feel

When I make love, it is not real

A year long relationship

A year built on lies

Living my life by a script

Things to help me get by

But its only a mask; not a fix

Loneliness still seeps off my lips

-a.m

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