Be a mannequin today be a model tomorrow (poetry)
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I’ve been writing (sometimes words I don’t understand) on my skin
Don’t tell them my head was in my hands
Don’t tell them that Tell them I was strong
Don’t tell them our fingers were sailor’s knots
It’ll bring out the gold leaf on your wings
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