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love isn't brains, it's blood

Do you even know

what beauty is?

Beauty is

collarbones

jawlines, cheekbones

shoulder blades, spines

hipbones and fingertips

Beauty is

everything that can

be broken

Beauty is

when your lips are bruised

your eye is swollen

your skin is dry and

used

Beauty is

someone that can

make you squirm

because

they are just skin and bones

yet there is something

hauntingly lovely

about them.

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chrissy
Romanian
Published
Feb 13, 2010
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