Touch with love rises
Light warms cold edges
Breath steadies torn corners
Hope mends quiet fractures
Touch with hate falls
Dark bruises soft places
Venom stains open spaces
Pain echoes long after
Both wait inside you
Both shape your path
Both carve your future
Both mark your memory
Your hands choose truth
Your touch writes fate
Make this known clearly
Choose wisely
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