True Beauty
Without flaw,
or perfect.
Every stretch mark,
beauty mark,
and wrinkle
more beautiful then the next.
Scar filled wrists
and hips
show great struggle,
and even greater progress.
The short bitten nails
and calloused hands just as sweet.
Dark green and gold eyes
brighten up the darkness
that surrounds her carefully chiseled face.
Every imperfection complimenting the next,
she became flawless.
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