Soul! Dee soul! Overwritten!

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The bland taste in her mouth found her sour life.

Soul!  Dee soul! Overwritten!

Baldness is the light in the air.

Half full, half empty.

The touch is wired like an old mans burnt gray hair.

The smell is burnt crisp.

Soul!  Dee soul! Overwritten!

Cellulite in within hers skin,

Tightened, over-exposed, impacted,

The touch is curd like, 

The smell is like fish left out for monthS-raunchy!-raunchy!-raunchy!

Soul!  Dee soul! Overwritten!

Fungus is overflowing with green expelling around her aura,

The touch is slimy like putting your hand in a jar of red jelly,

The smell is like walking past a disposal dump-DELIGHTFUL!

Soul!  Dee soul! Overwritten!

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About Cami*Star

I am an onion, peeled with many layers. My mind is an ever-flowing thinking machine. I love writing all my thoughts on paper and some get published here on my blog. I am a deep thinker, which brings along deep feelings-positively for the most part! I am a feminist, poet, writer, blogger, parent of two beautiful girls, a special education teacher, a lover, a friend, a daughter, a sister and most importantly a spiritual warrior! Thank you for reading All About Me and checking out my blog! Much appreciation from your truly, Cami*Star

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