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Trading PlacesI hear the sounds of your stilettos, Clicking across the room, And I can only assume, The time grows near to end my seclusion.Trading Places
The mascara bleeding down my face, Across the stitches you've put in place, Down to the lip gloss and lipstick, Creating your canvas.
I always thought you a little strange, You now standing there in your nurse outfit, A scalpel in hand.
'Don't worry love,' You say, Your voice going in spastic ups and downs, 'It'll all be over soon.'
The toxicity poured, Through the hospital ward, As the nee
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