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Perfectly Ill.

Sunken cheeks,
Hollow face.
Ragged breath,
Unsteady pace.

Glowing skin,
Lips full and red.
Sparkling eyes,
Glossy hair on head.

Bony wrists,
Unseeing eyes.
Slowing heart,
Slowly dies.

Manicured nails,
Body to die for.
Long, lush lashes,
Beauty to the core.

I'm perfectly ill,
I'm terribly healthy.
Who really cares,
As long as I'm wealthy?

littleone

@littleone

Twitter: @Medders_Lozza. Instagram @LIKEUW0T

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