kiss

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I kiss her scars

I kiss her lips

I ask her what she hates

she says that she hates her stretch marks

she hates her eyes

she hates her thighs

so I kiss every thing she hates and tell her

that I love every thing about her

so I  kiss her tears away and tell her I love her

poems of a boy who crysOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora