Jul 2018
It’s a cruel mistress.
It airbrushes our stomachs
And our thigh.
It becomes friendly between our legs,
Under our arms,
And I’m our heads.
It airbrushes our stomachs
And our thigh.
It becomes friendly between our legs,
Under our arms,
And I’m our heads.
(22/F/USA)
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