Peer closer
Whisper
Sacred is my skin,
marked and maimed.
I am more than
an intricate
weaving of scar tissue.
Marvel among the steady crookedness of each line.
Folds crease and dance a proclamation:
Shunning shame
Call beauty by its name
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