You tower over me
Your very being extravagant
Overwhelming
Our heights leave me with debt
An impoverished woman
Built from diamonds
Things gone wrong became razors
When I choke on them,
scrape my throat,
cough up blood
I smile,
having proof you touched me
Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 9:53 PM UTC
You tower over me
Your very being extravagant
Overwhelming
Our heights leave me with debt
An impoverished woman
Built from diamonds
Things gone wrong became razors
When I choke on them,
scrape my throat,
cough up blood
I smile,
having proof you touched me
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