Fri, 01/14/2022 - 14:52 -- dorankc

softer than silk, 

yet still covered in imperfections.

i've covered you in discolored green splotches,

harsh pink patches,

and unforgiving white slashes,

yet you refuse to turn calloused.


my skin is littered with the battles i've faced,

yet remains softer that the sighs of disappointment he heaves

when he removes my bandages.

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