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Lufituaeb (Ode) by Phaiyne

Like the coffee-brown in my eye My skin is hued of shy And the sun braided in my hair Reflects the beauty inside The length of my legs Could not run the distance of my rareness Nor could my slim figure Compete with my spirit’s fairness The arch of my back Will never support my love For it is heavier than this heart of gold And thicker than kin-love blood The tilt of my breasts Can be smaller than self-hate But the balance of my shoulders Comes from self-love’s weight My features will never amount To what God put in my heart Because I know with no ego at all That I am work of living art You can tint my eye blank Or shade my skin bland But this soul will forever lush In God’s working hands

zodiac 21-Oct-04/12:59 AM
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