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My body is longing for a soft, supple peony to brush against my shaky fingers bringing the tips of my broken fingernails the concept of beauty so when they scratch my waist as I put on my jeans in the morning they remember what perfection feels like. Let them remind me that I am whole while they spread the sweet smell of spring across my back and down my legs serving as a gentle reminder that my limbs are soaked in silver glitter filled with wholesome, raw, untouched magnificence.
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
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My body is longing for a soft, supple peony to brush against my shaky fingers bringing the tips of my broken fingernails the concept of beauty so when they scratch my waist as I put on my jeans in the morning they remember what perfection feels like. Let them remind me that I am whole while they spread the sweet smell of spring across my back and down my legs serving as a gentle reminder that my limbs are soaked in silver glitter filled with wholesome, raw, untouched magnificence.
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22/Madison, WI
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
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