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They say beauty marks are signs of past love,
Where kisses landed, soft as a dove.
But what if these spots tell a different tale,
Of hurt and pain where love should prevail?
My body is covered, from head to toe,
With marks in places love shouldn't go.
Each spot a reminder of where someone pressed,
Leaving behind scars where I can't rest.
In a past life, they say, I had a soulmate,
But their touch was cruel, a mark of fate.
Now I look at my body and feel the pain,
Wondering if this life will be the same.
Why do we look at bodies and not see the soul,
Ignoring the damage that takes its toll?
Why can't we grasp that consent is a must,
That touch without it breaks the trust?
Everyone seems to have a spot or two,
In places where kisses should never be due.
Do we all carry these marks of shame,
From a world that sees love as just a game?
Why can't we learn that touch needs to be earned,
That scars from the past leave lessons unlearned?
Why can't we see that love should be kind,
Not leaving marks on the body or mind?
So when they say beauty marks are where love used to be,
I can't help but feel a deep misery.
Do I want a soulmate, that leaves with marks like these?
Or should I wish for a love that finally sees?
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