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your skin


Your skin It shines in the sun And reflects your beauty Your skin, When I touch it, It sends chills up my spine Your skin, That black and white complexion Your white smooth skin Interrupted by your black patches, Your smooth stitchwork, Your jagged seams. Your skin, Takes the abuse And gets dirty Yet you are most beautiful when you look worn out Your skin, Is constantly hit, It gets kicked around by people that barely know you, And by people that show you love everyday Your skin, Is the sight of beauty in my eyes. Those patches and the wear and tears make you known to the world You r skin, It's the reason that people know you, They can sport you from miles away Because of that skin of yours That leathery skin, That smooth worn out skin, That skin that separates you from others, That skin that is only comforting to soccer players Your skin is my skin because I bleed for you Your skin is my favorite part about you Your round body, and those black and white patches Your beautiful skin
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