Who You Are

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Fingers rarely grace
the crevices of your scars

Hands seldom explore
the curvatures of your arms

How deep, how intimate
how beautiful

Not just to see
but to handle all their parts

To touch beyond their skin
to gently memorize their heart

“Everyone sees how you appear
few touch who you are.”

1.29.22 AB

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