*NO1 will ever luv or hate me as much as me
on my days off I sit around working the hardest
sweating
panting to get picked up
picking up a fan
like a beautiful brunette on crutches
who gets invited to all the parties
soft and strong
on my days off I look at my legs with the polka dots
going backwards into summer
nearly into spring
my stomach gets sour with these knots right now
soft like right now and strong
like going backwards
on my days off I sit around working wondering what is perfect
and what will be perfect next
I always know walking too
when the knots will turn spritey
next
why I always know when too
let the fan let the scarf do it's thing
tickle my face at sleep
for I can't do it anyway
WHEN THE MASS OF HUMANS GROWS YOU KNOW YOU LOVE THE ONE YOU KNOW
BUT NO1 LUVS OR HATES ME LIKE ME BUT
I LOVE THE MASSES
I LOVE THE MASSES
if only I knew
what a little bit of makeup could do
there are multiple boys with similar shadows
white and yellow in the daytime
two blue eyes closed
I remember what I am doing with
my whole self and there is nothing lost to
the nighttime
thinking the makeup ladies are thinking
of the wonders they could work with me
white and yellow man hands i am undeserving I am a stomach
such of the luv and the hate
for my size for no woman I shrink
and forget what is right to do with my own
hands or my own mouth and forget
that i never knew and that knowing is such nothing
thinking about the makeup ladies thinking about
the long and shaved thighs getting stroked with real boobs
in real bras and the waterfall pony tails and i forget
who i am because I've been hating the shrinking
and luvin g the drink
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