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I feel ugly. Like, the dark spots on a full moon. The burning skin under the crisp sun. The harsh stain of vibrant colours on a canvas. The violent shade of the monsoon cloud. The rustic smell of an old key. The sad wrinkles on a tree trunk. The tired stretch marks on a shabby body. Or, the birth of a life. I feel less. I feel pigmented. I feel lost. I feel strange. This is my beauty to taste. To embrace.
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
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And then beauty intervened.
I feel ugly. Like, the dark spots on a full moon. The burning skin under the crisp sun. The harsh stain of vibrant colours on a canvas. The violent shade of the monsoon cloud. The rustic smell of an old key. The sad wrinkles on a tree trunk. The tired stretch marks on a shabby body. Or, the birth of a life. I feel less. I feel pigmented. I feel lost. I feel strange. This is my beauty to taste. To embrace.
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