And Mine

If diamond rings cut
Glass as throats, I
Don’t want it anymore
Than growing male
Anatomies between my

Morality, sparkling as
A dilemma pressed
Against bosom, chest
Getting puffier minute
By the unimpressive lint

Picked pockets lined
All I’ve saved into
Through, like my soul
I can poke and plug in
Just enough guts, stories

Glories without a dime

 

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