Your bones are beautiful
They talk from 'neath your skin
There's beauty in your bones
The cage both out and in
Your smooth outside would crumble
Your luscious lips reverse
Your wideness shrunk to narrow
Lacking lovely marrow
We'd be nothing without structure
Heaps of jelly, hair and eye
Forever straining for a height
But falling into lie
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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