no person in mind this time

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You trace constellations in the sky as I trace the scars on your body.

The waters run rapidly as they make their descent.

They beat and bruised you, shaming you for the flaws that you never asked for.

The moon eternally travels, gravitating from the Earth.

Their mouths form ugly words just to drive you away.

When the currents are calm, when the moon stands still, when you accept yourself for who you are, is when I'll truly be happy.

My first try at something something ✨abstract✨ I'll title it "Eternity"

06/26/22

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