The Scars He Had…

There were numerous scars on his hands. Strangely beautiful & disgustingly hideous ones. And she knew he got them all because he had touched her…
Yet he was the only one who read her mind with a simple glance; her body like a braille book as every chill bump and curve was like poetry in his mind & like a butterfly in his hands whenever her heart fluttered about him she mended every scar he ever had.

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