You don't look
Quite the same
Anymore
As you once
Looked like me
More or less
Now you hide
At the bottom
Of a dress
People hate you
now, they say
eugh you disgust me
Some people like you
But never often innocence
or unbiased caress
usually perversion
throws it's weight
around there
Because hands are graceful
Oh aren't they pretty in fact
true they're my favourite body part
I laugh a lot
at a lot of thoughts
Which never happen
but one is good
It's an obnoxious slut
dragging herself around
with rounded off
sawn off
bitten off
hacked off
stumps instead
I know you'd rather it her head
but now how disgusting
are they?
how precious
like your hands
like thread
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