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Touch my burning cheeks with the coarse curve of your hand,
I see the cuts of experience and the pink of compassion.
Seeing your life in the creases of your palm, seeing your past
In the hallow of your fingers.
They are raw with the passion, calloused with work.
I want them to hold my credulous hands.





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