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Jul 2015
Slice me open.
What do you see?
With so many cuts
will I even bleed?

A *** for a tat,
An eye for an eye,
You can't see my pain.
You choose to be blind.

Why can't you
just see me
and keep your hands,
your precious,
callused,
weathered,
beautiful hands,
to yourself.
From Jess's Lips
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