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Kissing the tulips On their beautiful cheeks Without getting into trouble.   Kissing the hips And the big beaks
My scars are hidden,  Not self-inflicted Still they reflect,  My anatomical neglect.   See, I was born with a battle.  And I've just got to deal,  But your comments rattle
For as long as Forever There have been Eyes Eyes that see Eyes that dare and try to reveal Me.   Even young, those stares followed even with my mama sneaky when with my father
36-24-36 Perfect.
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