Her Legs Are Wicked and Her Arms Are Long

I’m the absolute best of everything and the absolute worst of everything- all in one beautiful, messy package.

It takes patience, fortitude, and good vision [because mine is awful] to tolerate – even enjoy? – my presence.

I’m fond of wounds, scars, and brokenness. But too much scar tissue places you out of my reach.

Even with my long arms.

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