Calloused
I wear my heart on my chest Leaving it bare Naked And you slash at it The blade of words you construct destroying me No wonder my heart is calloused For the friction of our love tears at me The deluge of feeling erodes me But the friction is my meaning For with the erosion you leave your mark On my poor calloused heart.
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Love women, men, and rebellion.
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