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My skin had been like sand, perhaps, that now I'm marked from head to toe in your footprints. Like mountains without valleys or like a lone piece of a puzzle.
How I wish I could see you fly Across those green grasses, When the dark clouds roar high up there. But your tiny wings are too fragile and broken too.
Of my clothes being the only marker of my character Of my entire being, being tailored to meet the needs of my future husband Of my body being everybody else’s property.
