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Think Thin by Brianna Stallings think thin: when you used to be, what its sound means you're still there, but that tummy isn't from no food that would be too flimsy a lie to dress you in poke comes that little head out from the dirty lace rims lollygagging his way out can't decide when he wants to come or if he should just go pushing, nearly vomiting out his name as you swallow bits of sheet corded into a gag he makes a face like a colicky baby when you tell on him crying at his thieved joy (Do you have ANY idea what stage you're at?) the air was almost gone when you looked up to the face the ceilings, the judge think it's thin paint on the surfaces so thin and breakable like expensive china becoming spears so thin and breakable like a wrist or a skull or a will or a hymen |
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