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He dug his fingers into my colors, searching for himself. Carving my insides into something beautiful. Writing his words across my skin making a book out of me. He took the flowers out of my garden, and planted weeds. He took me apart and hung me on the wall and called it priceless.
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Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 3:20 AM UTC
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He dug his fingers into my colors, searching for himself. Carving my insides into something beautiful. Writing his words across my skin making a book out of me. He took the flowers out of my garden, and planted weeds. He took me apart and hung me on the wall and called it priceless.
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Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 3:20 AM UTC
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