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Tell me the purpose of the flesh

Is it to feel or to be felt?

I peeled the scars from my skin

To find the link between blood and soul

The answer is always at hand

To create a simple role

Let my eyes, tongue and face

Mirror what I do not hold

Am ignored by the touch?

By  the touch, that shapes the soul

That heals the scars I ripped away

These scars that I must try to repaint

The answer is always at hand

To create a simple role

Let eyes, tongue and face

Mirror what I do not hold

I dance with the devil Love

To mate with the angel Hate

It is the inside that I deny

It is the inside that I deny