Callouses on my heart

Unlike the tip of my fingers  That feels like they burned  When one or two songs  Finally sounds like it should  When I learned  Neither was the surface of my hand That gets thicker in places Some for all those years  I spent riding a bike Some for holding on to my pen  a little […]
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Published on June 14, 2025 19:14
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