Flaws

January 23, 2016

freckles

mirroring constellations gracing darkness

frizzy, untamable curls

full with the volume of a lion's pride

anxiety

caging butterflies in my stomach

legs

long and slender, ignorant to the ridicule

I am in constant war with them

but I forget they're me

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