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Someone else Aug 2013
The Truth
Your hands blaze trails through my flesh.
Leaving scars unseen but felt.
And though this skin will be replaced, I'll know.
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Someone else Aug 2013
Truly
I want prickled arms
and soft chest
with steady ups and downs.
But mostly,
I want your hand reaching out for mine.
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