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burned hands

this much i know:

scar tissue protects us from pain.

it protects us from pleasure too.

for who would want to love

when loving someone can be so painful?

when falling from the peak of pleasure

can feel more painful

than never having it to begin with.

i know you've held the whole world

in your hands.

and i know you've been burned

by its core.

i know you've been scarred

but i know you haven't lost all sensation.

and i know you see my open hands

offering you a new world.

and yes, i know...

you don't believe what i'm saying.

but you will.

you will.

no matter how deep

your heart is buried,

my love will be the shovel.

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Oct 7, 2013
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