"Maybe speed-balling IS the answer"
Victoria Secret shot me dirty looks.
I chewed on foil and asked-
How many calories exchanged for compliments?
For lovers who fell in love with a number.
My teeth singing,
her viscera dancing.
I took another bite.
She took another hit.
I winked
"eat your heart out bitch"
told my boyfriend I didn't mind [not] being so
drop dead gorgeous.
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