flutter by your self
you chubby-built-to-lift-me-up
by my cheeks, I have feelings
by my teeth, I feel a slime behind
and slipping through
keep my hand held high and flat
to hover and fly the air currents
you boy, will grow up to be
a strong, strong woman--somewoman
this makes me. Makes me somewoman
who will kiss these crossed knees
open the shy...
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