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I do not fear this intimacy. I am steady in the parts that remain untraced, untraveled, and untouched. Kneading palms press memories into uneven skin. Imprints lapped over time with each embedded embrace. You’ve unbuttoned my hardened ways and softened my gaze. 
I’ve learned to replace the twinge of the old with the new.
Soft, I go.

stephynow