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To the little girls on bedroom floor,
praying for swollen breasts and long hair.
To the teenage woman,
trading incoccence like baseball cards for
what they believe is acceptance,
These highway lines burn designs into my focused eyes
eyes focused on a sight that blankets my mind
a blanket of where only comfort resides
This comfort, it's meaning, drowns my perception
Notoriously nasty..You can have me..Like that...
Knives..
Take me back.. Over lapped..Counter act..
Serinity..
You wantme to strut..
Let you Cut..
