You are an enigma.
A house of tales and imperfection because there is no perfect body and no perfect curve.
Each part of you sings a different song that can never be heard anywhere else,
and as I look at you,
I see an elegant young woman with an ocean of diamonds that cannot be seen by the outer eye,
but by those brave enough to dig inside.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
You are an enigma.
A house of tales and imperfection because there is no perfect body and no perfect curve.
Each part of you sings a different song that can never be heard anywhere else,
and as I look at you,
I see an elegant young woman with an ocean of diamonds that cannot be seen by the outer eye,
but by those brave enough to dig inside.
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