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What's usually blemished considered a sin Your accent marks on porcelain skin Each crafted by caring clean hands Crafted like a Persian Carpet Each imperfection intended So imperfectly perfect Rich, pale, silk tapestry Lily pads that dot a foreign river Falls last leaves on Winters first snow Paint splattered on white canvas Each inch speckled Every crevice freckled I'll find each one you wear The Astrology of your body Making constellations with my finger Your back is Gemini Orion on your shoulder Leo for your inner thigh Serpens, Sextans, Ursa Minor Late night skies for lonely eyes
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Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 4:09 AM UTC
Freckles.
What's usually blemished considered a sin Your accent marks on porcelain skin Each crafted by caring clean hands Crafted like a Persian Carpet Each imperfection intended So imperfectly perfect Rich, pale, silk tapestry Lily pads that dot a foreign river Falls last leaves on Winters first snow Paint splattered on white canvas Each inch speckled Every crevice freckled I'll find each one you wear The Astrology of your body Making constellations with my finger Your back is Gemini Orion on your shoulder Leo for your inner thigh Serpens, Sextans, Ursa Minor Late night skies for lonely eyes
Yeah, I dig freckles.
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spookydust
29/M/Canadian
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 4:09 AM UTC
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