r e d |

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tearing up every fiber
in my body to  weave
my untold stories,

acknowledging every
dust in my bone as if
they were his,

magnifying every scars
and
flaws
and glorifying them
at the same time,

this man is mine

and

i

     am

             his

|lalo|

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