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I'm not afraid.
I cannot press close enough.
Can I impress myself onto you?
Leave a shadow, a stain, a mark of me?
Of nipple. Of thigh. Of rib. Of belly.
You would be beautiful.
I promise.

I wouldn't come off.
And you would wear me
and sometimes
your hand would draw across your chest
and there you would find me.
Written.
Illuminated.
Bold.

I am bold.
And you underline me.