Virginia Petrucci Quotes

It's my choice to be beautiful. It's my choice to be ugly. And it's my choice to decided what those words actually mean.

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You look within and upon and around me, savoring every inch. You pull my ear for no reason, and I can tell you really don’t want to cry. As a tear falls between by breasts, I look away and pretend the grass is a jungle, and the ants, little kings of forgotten tribes.

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You crawled inside my
ribs to die.

Giant becomes squirrel
becomes a dirt-wet girl

feverishly alive.

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