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Aug 2017
In a world
where pain is beauty
and suffering is fashion
you make sweatpants look ****.
I crave your
messy hair  
and unabridged authenticity
holding out your hand
you say
there is nothing more attractive
than a woman comfortable in her own skin
I smile
rolls and blemishes
and relish in
the cozy haze
of unfiltered love
Written by
Crystal Birmingham
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