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Touch

This side of my skin
Fragile and paper thin
Marks etched into my past
Wounds don't heal fast

Exposed to unwanted touch
Sunlight never warmed it much
Hold me but keep your distance
Leave and I'll fight my resistance

Tracing my crooked scars
Compare them to dying stars
Lies written in my eyes and face
I'd kill for a gentle embrace