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never say sorry.
i never desired perfection,
i desire you.
those lighter thunder marks
on the canvas of your body,
seem human.
i love your belly,
it's warm and full.
your legs which carried
you to me,
demand to be worshipped.
so what if your locks aren't crimson,
so what if they aren't mustard,
they resemble the healthiest of barks,
the moonless, winter nights;
isn't beauty in everything and nothing?
the tavern of your conscious,
kills you inside.
have you forgotten
it can give you life?
maybe my words aren't enough.
maybe you'll never believe me.
but i want to try,
i will keep trying.
beauty won't matter when we
gain perspective,
it could take ages.
my fondness for you wrecks my soul,
numbs everything else,
it runs skin-deep.
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