Even today,
with callouses on my fingertips
I still reach out to touch you
and feel pain
And even today,
with lips thinned to shallow line
I still recite your verses
And though I change,
It's what you've made of me
It's what you've made of me
That lives forever
All the same
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 8:29 PM UTC
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