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there's this kind of prayer and devotion, i could never quite able to prompt and frame the into lines of words, but soft warm light on bare skin.
a mirror that holds,
her silent scream and prayer,
a secret and a confession
witnessing layers of her becoming.
almost like a revelation coded in her skin,
white petals and pearls,
holding, truth, tenderness, and vulnerability
discovering that beauty is both fierce and fragile.