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As I exit a world of maternal affection
I find myself coming into a fixation of fetishes and facades
Carefree buds of adolescence contrasting
Underwire and bustiers of adulthood
The bosom tends to conceal the heart
With a superficial uber thin wall
Tightening the fickle strings into a perfect knot
An interior like cavity bound together with flesh
Easily broken with the slightest touch of the tip of an index finger
Carnality at its best
Frontage supported
Stuffed with extra padding and tissue
Synthetics make a comeback
Implanted subconsciously and almost forcefully
Asymmetrical in beauty
Each of them distinct in proportion
Nonconformity has never looked so divine
Silicon compressed
Withering and decaying into a shallow pool
of alabaster, of ivory, of froth

It was only two percent …