People are so beautiful.
People with sore eyes and crooked teeth and bumpy noses.
People with hairy not-so-flat tummies. People with thighs that rub and dimpled bums.
With floppy ears and lopsided smiles and frizzy hair.
People with bitten nails and stretch marks and chapped lips.
People with freckles and moles and scars.
I love people.
They're so beautiful.
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PoetryI collection of useless shit I write when I'm having a crisis of some sort(I am not romanticizing any kind of abuse or suicidal thoughts)
