My lolly pop
My sugar sweet
My perfect top

So elite.

See me squeeze
See me dance
See my curves

An avalanche.

Buckles straining
Tendons tight
Ribbing shrieking

Goth delight.

Tags: angst, clothes, rage, skin

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