That feeling of guilt
When I am not there
But in my own place
Even when I am not
Feeling beautiful
I am there
Trying to feel beautiful
With words
Wrapped around me
Like wet towels
Sometimes suffocating
But most times
Soaking the dew
Of birth
From my skin
When I am not there
But in my own place
Even when I am not
Feeling beautiful
I am there
Trying to feel beautiful
With words
Wrapped around me
Like wet towels
Sometimes suffocating
But most times
Soaking the dew
Of birth
From my skin
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