insecurity

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Insecurity

Give me your hands

So I can feel the scars when they drift over my skin

Give me your eyes

So I can see what imperfections they spot first

Give me your lips

So I can feel if my kisses give you butterflies

Let us be one another for a day

So you can see what perfection you are to me

And I can see what flaws I can fix

m.t.

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