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Dec 2015
Your hands were strangers at first
Greeting my bashful skin
Trying to figure out the way
Wanting to unveil
every curve
Jump off every edge
Your hands
were strangers at first
Fingertips
Tracing my scars
Your hands
were strangers at first
Exploring every crevice
Cupping all the pain
You hands were strangers at first
And now
they write poetry on my skin
Written by
Wandering soul
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     ---, Joyce, Art-Stars and K Balachandran
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