I have wished for sun-marked, creamy skin,
But I’ve been given blemished, coarse canvas.
There have been times I have hoped for love,
But all I love is imaginary or untamable.
And it is in these dry leaves of autumn that I thrive,
For I am alive and that is all I need to be.
— kiddley
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