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Mar 5
I have never ached more,
for someone to call me good.
To look at me.
to press kisses to my face,
to rub circles on my skin.
to see me as a flower or the stars.
Slightly Lovely
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Slightly Lovely  17/F/A small town in WA
(17/F/A small town in WA)   
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