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I stand alone 

In the mirror's reflection 

My body, a canvas 

I trace my fingers 

Over every dip and curve 

A journey of touch 

In this intimacy 

I find beauty in the seemingly 

Imperfection 

Each freckle, a star 

Each bruise, a story 

That makes me whole 

My body, a temple
 
Sacred and mine alone 

A place for love 

I accept it fully 

Loving every inch 

Of my soul's home.

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