“Words are my weapons
Words console, comfort and calm me when all else fails me
♥ Naïve
How naïve of me to wage war with your words
When I stand alone,
In an open soccer field
Begging GOD to choose me to play for your team
Vowing to be your feminine feline
Ready to breeding you as many a litter as God will scrape out of my womb
Knowing,
Each stretch mark left behind by your child
Will be identical to the ones I leave on your back.
xoxo
MzMagan
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