scars
my scars have faded.
i still remember where they were.
i could map out every blemish and imperfection on my body.
you used to kiss them and tell me i was perfect.
but now that they have disappeared, what is there for you to kiss?
Copyright © Cecily Grace | Year Posted 2024
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