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Her face so gaunt
But the dress holds a taunt
Fags and a diet
In this, not torn
No carbs this week
Vogue and heroin chic
Pulls and a finger
Help make her weak
Gag reflex control
Her bones bare her soul
Reaches out in her sleep
To an empty bowl
Tears down her cheek
She does but seek
Nought, that will never be hers
Hourglass figure
But the bitches still snigger
At the beauty given from birth
- by herkinkyhighheels |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/11/2009 |
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- Title: Sister
- Artist: herkinkyhighheels
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Description:
this is a short poem about anorexia and bulimia that i was inspired to write when my sister started crying because she thought she looked fat in a hotel room in rome
i hope you like it - Date: 04/11/2009
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