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Mar 2015
Your words left stretch marks on me,
Not the ugly ones but the one's you get when you shed all your pretentious skin.
I look beautiful and pure now wearing them on me like battle scars,
I bathe in the sunlight as I touch each mark and remember how it felt like.
Your words left stretch marks on me,
Not the ugly ones but the one you get when your body finally finds peace in who you're.
Ujwala Iyengar
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Ujwala Iyengar  India
(India)   
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