Young and full of new answers,
I remember wanting a pair of red
shoes so much I thought half a size
smaller wouldn’t matter too much,
until a blister made of burning lava
told me not to settle for tormenting
strolls anymore.
But, I still had to learn that slow moving
sizzling magma lived in men
I met who looked so good
until they overflowed with selfish
so damn hot it scorched the soft skin
right off my perfumed partner ship.
I was still ok because inside I knew
I could fly warp speed back to work,
the place where my sweet fit is just a
choice away from now.
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