My misplaced vertebrates crunch under your feet,
crumbling my spine with every crack you stepped on,
proving your luck was worse than what I thought it to be.
While I stood, paralyzed with agony, you left me
for someone who's back didn't break as fast.
So I drenched my marrow in milky white cream
thinking that if only the calcium would paste itself to my bones,
maybe you wouldn't stop loving me.
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this is reeeeally random. I started it last night when I couldn't go to sleep. agh this is not very good.
lol RIGHT orange juice is viitamin c or something.... not calcium. rightttt. im an idiot. 
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cool
Good luck and thanks for entering my contest.
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wow I love the imagery.
the last stanza is my favourite
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thanks
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Wow. This has greeeat imagery to it!
I'm not sure if this has anything to do with personal problems (i sure hope not)
but i love this. and please don't criticize yourself. it's not good for the soul
maybe you should change orange juice to milk... im pretty sure that makes more sense calcium-wise! -
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aha this is fictional, thank you for the compliment
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