My dear

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My dear it shouldn't matter

If your bones jut out

Or if the gap between your legs

Simply doesn't exist

Because I will love you

Not only your insides,

But every curve

Every imperfection

Because that's what makes you, you

And I have chosen to love you

Inside and out.

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