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[blueeyes_]

I have a poem for y'all

Wrap me in cellopane
That sticky clear plastic
It shines and reflects everything i thought was intellect
Wrap my feet, they're sore from the heels i wear
And up to my pale flaky shins
I havnt shaved in a week
Wrap me in cellophane
Wrap my knees, bind them tightly so that they wont wobble and break
Wrap me up to my thighs
I have trouble shaping them the way thay are suposed to look anyway
Travel the roll past my womanhood,
im empty inside, i wasnt ment to bare children
And up to my belly button
My happy trail drives me crazy
Wrap me in cellophane,
make sure you wrap my abdomine strong and hard,
so hard it hurts to breathe
I have always dreamed of being skinny
Make sure you dont foget my arms,
what would i do with my arms if they were left free?
Something stupid surely
Skip my breasts. They are my favorite part.
Place my arms in an X over my heart
So that they might keep my heart from jumping out of the hole that was beatin in me
Wrap me in cellophane,
not so tight around my neck,
but tight enough as to where i can not see right or left, only up
And the heaven is looking down on me,
wondering what it is that i am to ask of you next.
I ask of you to wrap me in cellopane
wrap my whole body, even my face
Over my eyes, but i can still see
Over my nose, but i can still breathe
over my mouth, but i can still taste,
it tastes like plastic, like cellophane
wrap it again over my mouth a secound time,
But i can't breathe...