She Hurts
Citrus scars
Line these hands
Mangled by time
To foreboding ends
Seeking soul
Bent to breaking
Wiorn by age
And stares unending
Divided attention
Delving in sin
Touching the forbidden
Fearless in the din
Screaming pain
That none notices
Smiling away
ignoring the captious
Will you listen
Or understand?
Or ground by blindness
Bind her hands?
All she asks for
Is a friend
All you need do
Is be one and understand
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