These Hands

October 6, 2009
Don't touch me with your dirty hands.
The places they have been.
Boldly going the road less traveled.
With the burden of your sins.
Will it falter or will it fade?What's left is all in the past.
Yet I let those hands touch me.
Leaving my skin stained.

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