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Created on: September 09, 2008
This skin... That I'm in
It's irresistibly soft, so smooth and sweet
It's olive color, within my heart beats.
These tattoos.... That I live by
They're secret and hidden, in an uncommon language.
But they all have they're reasons, their important meanings.
These eyes... That I live within
Are seducing and trancing, with the blue of the sea.
The windows into my world, so deep with passion.
These scars.... That I am marked with
They are everything to me, the journey of my pain.
Hundreds there to remind me, of myself.
Who I am underneath my beauty.
These X's ...... That I am led by
Remind of my many directions, how many more journeys
I have yet to embark on. My personal compass.
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