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He said that I was art.
With every line of my body.
All as he traced my very being.
Feeling every story my body has ever painted.
My scars he loved.
Silly I thought.
Kissing each one.
His lips would press.
Taking a tour.
Looking to discover.
Each tale my body has to unfold.