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Anatomic Love Song

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I like my wrists. Even when I feel like complete and utter s***, I can look down at the tanned skin covering the bones that connect my hands to me and feel okay. They are always skinny and exactly the same. They are always a part of me I like. Turn them over and see the veins running under my fragile skin, proof that I’m alive.




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