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My flaws are my own,
scars, marks, ink
on my skin that makes it mine
and no others.
I see them all in the mirror
and smile at the imperfection
of it all.
Perfect bodies have no story,
no life lived in them,
no events.
I have my story written across
my marked skin
in a perfect example
of something used and enjoyed.

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