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A poem I wrote when I was 16 and sick
Most people hate the skin they live in
But this is easier then anything i’ve ever done
ing vile. stomping on bile forcing it down the drain
summer and my obsessive mind
and florida with my known size
it’s so hard when you’ve always been sick
A frame you’ve never seen before
so you tell me i curve right.
My proportion are beautifully unequal
The way I look makes you kiss me to sleep
with my sick mouth and rotting teeth
My pale skin excites you.
Why does my frail body fit so delicately in your arms
Copyright ©
Lei Collin
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