A lovely form of art
It's a beautiful craft
Made from inside
Which people often try to hide
Some don't want them they decide
When I run my fingers on them
Memories of those flutters come
This can be experienced only by some
I am the blessed one
To the world they embark
Lil human beings landmark
We call it stretch mark
I will embrace them around the clock
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