A Rogue

You think I'm beautiful
But am I really?
Are they just words to comfort

Why won't you touch me?
Poisoned skin

I know I am capable of wondrous things
Beauty and strength
Unique to me
A kindness and compassion far beyond the many

Why do you still not touch me?
My poisonous skin

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