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Nameless

Little bits and pieces; memoirs of the future,

Box of broken laces; stitched up with a suture.

My soul's meant to be sold,

As the story unfolds-

A sinner has no shame,

I'm the girl without a name.

No bones in my spine,

No morals entwined,

Your truth's the biggest lie,

Broken wings never fly.

My soul's meant to be sold,

As the story unfolds-

A sinner has no shame,

I'm the girl without a name.

I'm the girl who fits no locus,

Like a picture out of focus.

When "I" is purged with deceit,

Silence speaks with no conceit.

Yet, my soul's meant to be sold

Let the story unfold;

I'm the sinner with no shame

I'm the girl without a name.



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