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Apr 2013
I want you to read my scars

Like the sentences in your favorite book

And feel my curves like they’re all you can dream about.

I want you to kiss my lips like they are sweetest thing

This awful world has to offer.

I want my name to fall from your mouth

Like a psalm from heavens.

Know my body, I want to be your map to God.
Lydia Cooper
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Lydia Cooper  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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