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Oct 2020
Full of breath, energy, and life
Empty of kisses, adornment, and contentment,
But it's bright
Same color of my smile, teeth, and skin but as elusive as reality
I love you, my belly
You saved my brain and was a envelop to the pain
You contain the yummy of earth, the strife of life
Yet, it's not understood or exhumed to the beauty of the round
But compared to the emptiness and expense of the leveled for the flatter
I am not a flat Earther, mother Earth is found to be round.
Toya
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Toya  34/F/Philly
(34/F/Philly)   
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