Trace your fingers across lines of me

Slowly take in every part of what makes me

The woman I am today.

Breathe in the scent of me

Know me by the smell of my skin

Instead of by the look in my eye.

Fill every void with the love you posses

Guard every voice that distracts

Heal every wound in me

Given by anyone, at any point.

Trace my face with your hands

So you will know my soul

Without even setting eyes on me.

Love the whole of me

The smart pieces

The not so smart pieces

The ones intact

The ones that are broken.

Perhaps we can fix them

As one.

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