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More Than Skin Deep

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starlightt1234

Published: May 18, 2014

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There's a whole other person
laying next to you in that bed,
their mind as complex and confusing as yours,
spectacular and profound thoughts doing cartwheels and backflips
all over their head.

They see the world in a different color,
their story, history, and dreams
shine like a full moon on a clear night.

But all you care about is their body.

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