The Mirror, by SMILING DARKNESS
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Dark blue eyes too vague to see.
Flabby thighs that take the lead.
She seems to get bigger everyday.
She's a chub,
That's what they say.
No one's perfect,
But she's unreasonable.
In her body,
She becomes quite teaseable.
She can't take it anymore.
She wont stay this way.
She's taking a new risk.
That's all I'll say.
She hopes it works.
She counts the days.
Until it comes,
A brand new day. |
Posted: 2008-05-09 21:01:35 UTC |
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