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Aug 2014
I.
For
hell's sake
let me caress those fingers
and arms,
the ones you can't abide.

II.
They're so
good
they hug so strong and
they hold so well.

III.
You've written on them
these
remnants of
pain,
and it hurts to see.
Steven Muir
Written by
Steven Muir  20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California
(20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California)   
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