Calluses

• The things they’ve seen–
• The places they’ve been–
• The hands and
• Oh! the people they’ve touched
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• let go and let in.
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• Mountains of accumulating scars–
• Memories of forgotten days counting stars–
• Mistakes years in the making
• forever etched
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• in the pulp of my naked hands.
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• Now forming at my fingertips–
• Now tracing the plum of new lips–
• Now paving mazes of foreign roads
• toward the cliff of some unknown future,
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• mine.
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• Catch me still searching for meaning in grains–
• Catch me still chasing horizons for nothing–
• Catch me still losing myself
• in words and in love
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• over
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• and over
• again–