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Texture
Those little bumps
Like cobblestones
On a downtown street
Where highrises sprout vertically
But the evidence of history remains in the bones
for those who know how to see

Those cobblestones
Tell the story of your life and
It is not insignificant
That yours rest over your heart space

Tell me the story
Let me read your skin like braille
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