a love letter to myself

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her teeth were a bit crooked.
sometimes when she was in good company,
her front teeth poke out from under her top lip.
otherwise, her lips naturally fell into a frown.
her round cheeks concealed under a scowl.
pale olive skin.
on the nights that seem to last forever, she has dark purple smeared under her eyes.
her eyes are a warm green with specks of orange sprinkled through.
she comes alive in sunlight.
while she rests in the shade, her brows scrunch looking onto all that the light touches.
and when she lays her body down, she embraces the ground.
the ground holds her still.
she sleeps peacefully,
until the sun is shining in her eyes.

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