Could these limbs pleasure you?

The blood doesn't emerge like yours

And the wounds don't heal the same

But still...



Write upon this arm if you must

Carve your intentions.



Could these lips bear a smile?

Even cracked and worn from speech

Crooked from years of lies...

Yet, to elevate that moment of weakness...



Bleed these blistered lips if you choose

Stretch the skin for friendship.



Should these lashes become unhinged?

Exposing salty emotions they hide so well

Somehow unspoken, yet shared...

Does amber say enough when needed?



Drain droplets of pain if you're determined

Eventually the flooding stops over time.



Dare extend this hand to yours?

Fingers have become brittle, weakened...

Learning to trust has taking it's toll

But strength is held in the palms.



Reach for these fingers if you can

One day they will be as strong as you believe.

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