The body is a canvas;
stretch marks a map
of all the times you grew.
Wrinkles like a clock,
recording things you achieved.
Stretch marks, spider veins,
wrinkles, lumps and bumps
are painted on this canvas,
telling your story from beginning to end.
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~ Emmy
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Ineffable
PoetryThey are unforgettable, the words that speak what we find inexpressible. They are incredible, the words that are completely ineffable.
