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Mar 2016
Black and blue;
the colours forming on my skin.
They are like little galaxies;
coming from within.
My body is the unierse,
with many galaxies to behold.
Each has a story of its own,
all of them remain untold.
You know their stories,
you placed them there after all.
When people ask how they got there,
you say how I'm clumsy and always fall.
Rose Cornicelli
Written by
Rose Cornicelli  16/F/USA
(16/F/USA)   
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