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Pieces of You
I wear your scar so proudly,
that place where your touch can't be erased.
My fingers find that warped spot
and in it's presence I find peace.
My hands run to that other spot
where you've altered me permanently.
The growth and movement irrevocable,
a consequence of you and me.
When your warmth is but a memory,
and I am but a distant regret,
I'll still bear the scars and alterations,
that you'll one day forget.
that place where your touch can't be erased.
My fingers find that warped spot
and in it's presence I find peace.
My hands run to that other spot
where you've altered me permanently.
The growth and movement irrevocable,
a consequence of you and me.
When your warmth is but a memory,
and I am but a distant regret,
I'll still bear the scars and alterations,
that you'll one day forget.
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