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The walls harbor my secrets Pink wall paper Tucks them away as I sleep Ballerinas dance in my head I want to be like them Graceful, thin, light My secret scrapes at a dinner plate Longing for more But begging for less I want to be her The girl in my dreams Who has perfect pirouettes But when I wake My knees meet Bathroom tiles Bile spills into A porcelain bowl I'm not a ballerina I'm a bulimic
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Ballerina's
The walls harbor my secrets Pink wall paper Tucks them away as I sleep Ballerinas dance in my head I want to be like them Graceful, thin, light My secret scrapes at a dinner plate Longing for more But begging for less I want to be her The girl in my dreams Who has perfect pirouettes But when I wake My knees meet Bathroom tiles Bile spills into A porcelain bowl I'm not a ballerina I'm a bulimic
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
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