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With my eyes closed,
I stood. Waiting, trembling, Anticipating your disappointment. Hot tears escaping onto my cheeks, Heart pounding, Fearful of the words of rejection That would cut deeper than any blade. And then, I felt your touch. Your fingertips, a light caress. Your lips, feather soft. Your voice, a gentle murmur of reassurance. Soothing me, Calming my fears, Loving me for my own special beauty Made visible to you When I finally learned to trust.
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