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Emily
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04 September 2008

September #6

Right now
I need a good bra,
support,
holding me in place,
keeping me from falling.
I need a corset,
an iron backbone holding me in.
Be my backbone.
Be my support.
Hold me tight,
but let me breath.
Don't let me fall,
don't let me fall,
don't let me drown.
Posted by Emily at 22:07
Labels: bra, corset, poem, scared

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