Okay
I am not rigid
And I am not sorry
My thighs touch
Sigh
I could stand in front
of the whole world
and still be soft
rounded
and hurtful
But I will be under
western skies soon
and your starving bones
cannot hold me.
I am not rigid
And I am not sorry
My thighs touch
Sigh
I could stand in front
of the whole world
and still be soft
rounded
and hurtful
But I will be under
western skies soon
and your starving bones
cannot hold me.
Hope16
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