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I came across this poem by Gadfly via Goodreads’ Facebook page and here is the link to his actual site.

As for the poem…

The first time
you took off your clothes
in front of me, you slid
the white fabric of your blouse
off your arms and revealed
the pale ladders
of scars.

You never referenced them
directly. You said you were
lost, once. You said you
did things, once, and you
did them because they
helped you survive yourself.

I didn’t say anything,
but you took my hand
and pressed it to the
ridged rows of your flesh
and for every line you left
upon yourself and healed,
I found another reason
to call you beautiful.
– Gabriel Gadfly

I’ll let the poem speak for itself.

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