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They said I was five-feet-six.
But they saw not how it had been:
He held me tight, my head fitted under his chin,
My ears against the bolting of a heart,
A heart that spinned
A swirl of lies, lies, lies.
I looked into his eyes, transfixed.
They called me a thirty-four-B.
But underneath they could not see
The full blown roses bursting in my chest,
Their thorns against a heart, where rests
A nightingale in a trembling nest
Above a full-brimmed blood-red lake;
A growning heart that aches.
They said I weighed ...