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*some men and women will scale you from 1 to 10 like they have lived within the outlines and inlines of your body, like it's your fault the moon has craters or a crow was born albino or death is inevitable but they have only seen the curves of your waist when they should have seen the curves of your cerebrum, blooming with constellations on every turn; they have only seen the bumps of your biceps but they should have seen the bumps of your big heart pumping rivers of stardust on every cycle because you are not a 1 nor a 5 nor a 10— you are a hundred it is not your fault that you carry cosmos in your veins; i am proud of you— it must be difficult to handle that much beauty and power and this is why their scales only last up to 10— because they can only see the milky way when you are the whole universe*
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Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC
bishop rock is just a dot on the world map
*some men and women will scale you from 1 to 10 like they have lived within the outlines and inlines of your body, like it's your fault the moon has craters or a crow was born albino or death is inevitable but they have only seen the curves of your waist when they should have seen the curves of your cerebrum, blooming with constellations on every turn; they have only seen the bumps of your biceps but they should have seen the bumps of your big heart pumping rivers of stardust on every cycle because you are not a 1 nor a 5 nor a 10— you are a hundred it is not your fault that you carry cosmos in your veins; i am proud of you— it must be difficult to handle that much beauty and power and this is why their scales only last up to 10— because they can only see the milky way when you are the whole universe*
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Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC
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