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And I bet one day you'll want to undress me
as my skin begins to weather
and while everything is pointed up
you cannot touch me

my skin is made of leather and steel
and you cannot penetrate into my inner ocean
just continue to understand
that courage does not come easily

my icy hands are not a pair for embrace
seeing how you flinch at my touch
but I hope that you may warm them
as you have my heart





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