Dragged

"And imagine, we used to be friends." You ended the shady trust Over lipstick and foundation that never truly looked good On you, But you hated that Your purchases Could make them into Goddesses. You look better with stubble, Outside of dresses And with your natural dark eyes. You were never Paris For you never truly sparkled And I am glad you realized You have testosterone And shall never grow Perky breasts.

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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