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Somedays I think of how I will wait until the skin drops from my bones To tell myself that I am beautiful She will be there at 5 foot 2 the smallest skyscraper ever Gleaming shades of tan and amber Defending the shape of her thighs and the queries of guys. Disallowing herself to be patronized I won't need you anymore I will love myself, in fair or morose health For when your hands shall leave my ******* I won't even feel the ghost of your caress
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
My body is the thing that stays
Somedays I think of how I will wait until the skin drops from my bones To tell myself that I am beautiful She will be there at 5 foot 2 the smallest skyscraper ever Gleaming shades of tan and amber Defending the shape of her thighs and the queries of guys. Disallowing herself to be patronized I won't need you anymore I will love myself, in fair or morose health For when your hands shall leave my ******* I won't even feel the ghost of your caress
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Libyan
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
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