This stone sits in hardscrabble
You're not gonna pull it free
Without scraping the skin
Clean off your knuckles
It won't just give up
You will have to pay
With a little of your own pain
It gleams with the softness
Of girlish promises
Unconditional love
And whispered pleasures
But don't forget to keep
An eye on those knuckles
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