Underneath the leathered skin,
Resides a softness no one knows
Faint colors of pain and warmth
Create uniqueness in a shade
A shade that no one sees and no one ever feels
But If they could, if only the would
Then maybe…they would stay
Then maybe…
The leathered skin would fade away.


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The Heart of a Woman


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