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Oct 2012
My little being
Through almond eyes you’re seeing
Sculpted muscles, milky bones
Swarthy, light pink tones
I made you from scratch

Musical lungs those cushioned lips
Royal cheekbones- sea shell hips
A gentle curve of a lower back
Grand Canyon’s spinal crack
I made it all from scratch

My walnut cracked skin
Bones frail and thin
Once made a life from scratch
A young, perfected match
I never behaved (still don't) so my mama often found me in situations precariously close to me getting seriously hurt. My mother used to say "please come down, I made you from scratch."
Written by
Tallulah  California
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