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stretch marks by iso - Poetry Potion
I carry the memory of you like one does her stretch marks –Bearing them alone and in silence, Oft seeking to soothe them into nothingness, Or Caress them into non-existence. –This, how we deal with our womanly scars that whisper of victory, Of life. But MY scars remind me that my womb is naught but … Continue reading "stretch marks by iso"
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