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Submitted:Jul 25, 2007 Reads: 182 Comments: 0 Likes: 1
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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