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Thorns were thrown at her shoes Whispering like needles And she, a nimble listener Bleeds while picking it up Eyes of ripe pineapples Gaze upon her entity nauseatingly The pain of flaws she used to deny Complete the puzzles of her self Once scattered as the leaves of narra Unwary like a child in the street Lost in the breeze of own doubts Yet she chose to dance with the stars at night Now, she is blissed-out with full of blemish Like the monthly curtains in the kitchen sink Luster of the northern lights at dusk Rare sheen just like a meteor shower
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Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 1:32 PM UTC
rare and sheen
Thorns were thrown at her shoes Whispering like needles And she, a nimble listener Bleeds while picking it up Eyes of ripe pineapples Gaze upon her entity nauseatingly The pain of flaws she used to deny Complete the puzzles of her self Once scattered as the leaves of narra Unwary like a child in the street Lost in the breeze of own doubts Yet she chose to dance with the stars at night Now, she is blissed-out with full of blemish Like the monthly curtains in the kitchen sink Luster of the northern lights at dusk Rare sheen just like a meteor shower
#selflove
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17/F/je ne sais quoi
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 1:32 PM UTC
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