Bodies

Bodies are just bodies

Skin stretches, teeth can be pulled

Bodies are all different sizes, but each our own

We have to learn to love, or there is no home

This is my body

New and finally feeling mine

Stepping is a movement that is now refined

And I'm beginning to love

My home

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