Swollen like a bestial women's cankle
Smothered by this life too cold
Watch out or you might get trampled
By my weight twofold
I have obesity of the heart
I want too much, and can't have enough
I wish you could be my metaphoric dessert cart
One where I could take my face and stuff
I desire you like a famished kid
Starved for your attention
Encapsulate you with a Tupperware lid
So I may gain in dimension
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