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Feb 2019
let me climb under your skin
carried by the magic flowing through your veins
your skin is just your canvas
beneath is a whirlpool of beauty
a fire just beginning
your soul is gleaming
with rage and passion and envy

let me live in your bones
they’re a solestrial being
they’re gold painted white
innocent modesty
they’re moonlight on a river
they are stars in disguise
a sun on the rise
a beautiful demise
of something once dissembled
now together , so pure
Alicia
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Alicia  18/F
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