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The collarbone community, chat, and discussion.
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9mo
INTJ
Sagittarius
Beloved, tonight I bring my whole foolish republic to the wide republic of your chest. I arrive with my cheek as a petition, my mouth as a signature of heat, my hands two humble ministers negotiating treaties of warmth beneath your breath. Under your collarbone—the border— I declare myself... read more
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9mo
INFP
Taurus
- Halfway broke my left collarbone when I was 15, never did any rehab (2002) - Noticed my left arm/shoulder was not as strong when doing the crawl in a collage gym class (2010-ish) - Started hitting the gym February 2024 - Had a break from the gym October 2024 - Back to working out 3 times a week... read more


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1y
ENFP
Taurus
I'm fat lol. Idk if it would look good or not? My collarbone isn't very defined. I love bats alot. Don't want to regret my placement though

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2y
INFP
Virgo
Somewhere, I finally learn To hold a flower Without crushing it. Somewhere, I find your collarbone Rather than a pillow To scream into. Somewhere, I wake up And the imprint Of my body On the bed Stops looking Like a crime scene. Good morning to the early birds and good night to the night owls.
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1y
INFJ
Taurus
She moves like poetry, in verses only the wind understands— soft, like petals waking at dawn, like lace brushing skin in a quiet room. Her beauty isn’t loud— it hums in silence, rests in the curve of her lips before a smile, in the slope of her collarbone, where shadows sleep and secrets... read more
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INTJ
Gemini
One of the poems I’ve written recently… She smells of scorched sugar, ghosted cloves, a flick of flour, On her collarbone. like ash from a saint, who never burned. She feeds the town its daily warmth, leaving none for herself. At dawn. I watch her press, worlds back into shape, Existence from... read more
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