its a girl thing
With wires or uplifted witchery
Not much there to begin with so
Being strapped in smacks of glitchery.
Today I put on a bra
Hail and hearty but
Oh the torture!
I must stick to my vest
And might breathe free
Lest my chest becomes me.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-08-20 at 08:44
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The Strap
I have never supported my bosomWith wires or uplifted witchery
Not much there to begin with so
Being strapped in smacks of glitchery.
Today I put on a bra
Hail and hearty but
Oh the torture!
I must stick to my vest
And might breathe free
Lest my chest becomes me.
Poetry by jenks
Read 527 times
Written on 2011-08-20 at 08:44
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