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Jillian
Poems
Mar 2020
Vanity and Him.
Every little thing he is
and I cannot be for anything more
than every little thing he is to me.
I cannot let go, no.
No, I insist I am lacing within
a velvet-kissed bliss.
This bliss had before come to me
only a dream,
so frightening and foreign.
But it's here now, and now, and always.
And before he existed himself and all his absoluteness.
And I and me
and a decree, quite deadly
Deadly to some pearly body.
A shell manifested by some bad habit.
Some habit, and something starving won't ****.
God, the vanity of this woman.
Written by
Jillian
19/F/Tennessee
(19/F/Tennessee)
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