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Nov 22
Our bodies
Real,
Painful,
Beautiful,
Sometimes beautifully ugly,
We wither,
Age,
Shrink,
What matters is to accept them as they are
Or fight for how
We want them to be,
Our souls merge with each other,
While our bodies, intertwined like branches,
Bodies seek love.
Mari Chubinidze
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