It's a familiar burn
Callused skin is numb
I keep touching it
expecting a different outcome
And is it me or them?
Who to blame
I can only give what I concieve
This thing they call love
I know no other
Beneath the bruises and scars
My fingertips still reach out to touch
What I give, I give fully
And perhaps that is my folly
I'll sever the skin left bare to feel
No exposure, no more
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