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Apr 2020
How could I love myself
                                                 If I didn’t study the clumsy crevices that lay in my stomach?
How could I love myself
                                                 If I didn’t nurse the jagged grooves that make up my spine?
How could I love myself
                                                 If I didn’t unearth the secrets that my pores harvested at night?
I am touching parts of myself that I have never touched before.
Written by
Meysa  London
(London)   
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     Cloudydaze and Meysa
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