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Nov 2016
I remember your smooth skin
My fingers remember it too
But they never could trace the lines
That waited for me so far away

Now you asked me about my scars
And I remember the one I gave you
But though I didn’t use a knife
It’s deeper than what a doctor did today

I love your scars
The one I gave you
The one life gave you
If only you could love mine

The same old thing we talked about
But you decided to turn from us
It was all too much for you
You said you had too much to say

We only have a dying breath left
Everything until now and then
It’s up to us to cross the bridge
But he has a ring for June
I only have a tear for May

Still
I love your scars
The one’s I gave you
The one’s life gave you
If only you could love mine
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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