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Love poem to self

Your generosity fills the room


Like warm water consuming my toes


In a bath I drew long ago


First learning the placement of my freckles


Playing in the water I'd see


Places I would hope to be


And I would hug myself


With dignity


You help me refind that serenity


Hidden deep inside


A middle finger to the world


Disguesed


In flannel shirts and lavender oil


Excitment for fantasy


And saying what if


Has never been more fun now that I have a wiff


Of the smells of the future


Musk of the air


Someday I will be where the world is fair


I layed down in the sun today


Listened to lofi and collected my thoughts


It was california weather in October


It was October in Berlin


And I was hot


And wanted to feel the sun on my back


So in full view of the dorm


I took my shirt off with my chest pressed to the ground


And lie


Perfectly still


Melting into the grass with the controversial skin I wear

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