remove this skin
cracked
calloused
holly
waiting from broken eyes
my hands are tired
and shaky
but can still love
still hold something solid
i will not drop your body here
nor your heart
take this skin
break it scorn
bring me your body
your color
lets paint a mural
on our bodies
with these fingertips
let it dry
and when we crack
we can take the broken pieces
to build something
beuatiful
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