I flip through pages | 1 |
women with prosthetic legs, | 2 |
women with large hips, | 3 |
the old, the young, | 4 |
and the dead | 5 |
where is the Vogue? | 6 |
where did MISS-KNOW-IT-ALL go? | 7 |
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I walk in Fall | 8 |
the lipstick, the over done rogue | 9 |
a palette too hard for any young lady | 10 |
yet we wear it and smile proudly | 11 |
while some sit at chairs | 12 |
that hurt our asses | 13 |
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I try on clothes | 14 |
I am four years young | 15 |
and I do not tan well | 16 |
my teeth are not white | 17 |
and neither are you | 18 |
grey, grey | 19 |
brown eyes against purple cotton | 20 |
I am lovely | 21 |
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A song of a woman is sung | 22 |
Hips, hips- dance, to it | 23 |
tits, you fuck me over and over | 24 |
repeat this record | 25 |
Ode to the stomach, you were never a saint to anyone | 26 |
ovaries, uterus, cervix | 27 |
this is a girl at her best | 28 |
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that I hit, that I hit with a song | 29 |
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Rinse, and repeat. | 30 |
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