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Skeletons In The Closet

Poetry By: IvyWinter
Poetry



Written about 2 years ago.


Submitted:Jul 25, 2007    Reads: 186    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   


Isn't she pretty?
Porcelain skin and eyes emotionless
Hair gently falling(out) on her shoulders
Jutting hip bones with slender fingers
Her nails a natural blue

Isn't she perfect?
Thighs don't touch
Legs so slender
Stomach so taut
And I could count her ribs, if I'd like

Isn't she beauty?
Defines it herself, she does
With every morsel she refuses
And every run she takes
Everytime she steps on the scale
She defines it





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