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Plainskin
The faces hurt
Let down thoughtfully
Off pencil trails
That highlight the eyes
In partial truth
How investments win out
Or brought you over
To discover a trouble
Could pass for a double
And paradise brings back amnesia
And that should certainly please ya
Plainskin
Girl of the islands
As pure as I knew you were
A dark past is soaking in
And now is the crime