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May 2018
My body is longing for
a soft, supple peony to brush against
my shaky fingers
bringing the tips of my broken fingernails
the concept of beauty
so when they scratch my waist as I put on my jeans in the morning
they remember what perfection feels like.
Let them remind me that I am whole
while they spread the sweet smell of spring across my back and down my legs
serving as a gentle reminder
that my limbs are soaked in silver glitter
filled with wholesome, raw, untouched
magnificence.
Written by
mgnmrph  22/Madison, WI
(22/Madison, WI)   
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