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I undress and see nothing of me in the clothes neatly laid out next to each other to put back on underwear is underwear, trousers trousers if there is anything special about it it is just that there are no marks on it, I don't advertise I unstitch myself free pick the lint from my clothes out of my navel, the belly is cool, I feel myself, breast is breast, cheek cheek but my belly, that's me my hands know it better than my eyes that do recognise my face as mine, everywhere where I am, nowhere for sale but it is veiled now I am tired, I want rest having nothing to do with anyone and still love myself
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Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 2:39 AM UTC
Dearme 1
I undress and see nothing of me in the clothes neatly laid out next to each other to put back on underwear is underwear, trousers trousers if there is anything special about it it is just that there are no marks on it, I don't advertise I unstitch myself free pick the lint from my clothes out of my navel, the belly is cool, I feel myself, breast is breast, cheek cheek but my belly, that's me my hands know it better than my eyes that do recognise my face as mine, everywhere where I am, nowhere for sale but it is veiled now I am tired, I want rest having nothing to do with anyone and still love myself
Collection "Eyes lips breast and belly"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 2:39 AM UTC
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