Don't touch the body, touch the soul
Hug me and wipe my tears away
Pretend you've never noticed this mole
Don’t lust, but admire, pray
Gently run your fingertips over my skin
It's not goosebumps, it's Braille
When you decipher it, hide your grin
This is the monologue of my heart in detail
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© Copyright: Екатерина Шемчишина, 2025
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