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Why ain't you here,
To kiss my lips

They're soft and wet, but to no use

So, why ain't you here,
To touch my skin?

Why ain't you here,
To show me love

I'm ugly and useless, and can't be found

So, why ain't you here,
To Prove me wrong?

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