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245 · Dec 2017
Who Knew
Ilia Dec 2017
Who knew:

Who knew
That a simple touch
A brush of skin
Could be the key to my lock
The yang to my yin
And with that touch
Gentle and not
Would turn the key and release
A side of me I'd forgot
A small simple touch
Kind words said
Broke the chains of my curse
And of lies fed
That a simple touch
Who knew
228 · Dec 2017
A Poem by a Cyborg
Ilia Dec 2017
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160 · Jun 2018
Touch
Ilia Jun 2018
The wind carries a faint whisper
Murmured promises beneath the new moon
A soft hand caresses my cheek
As my breath rises in swirling puffs

Fingers leave a trail of warmth
It’s phantom I still feel
The press of lips
Steal my words
A night of which
I’ll never reveal
~
160 · Jun 2018
Transparent Wish
Ilia Jun 2018
Can you feel me by your side?
The fingers I brush on your cheek
To wipe a tear I cannot reach
The words murmured softly in your ear
Though their comfort You’ll never hear

I’m always there watching
My helpless hands aching
As your heart unwinds
To the point of no return

If I had but one moment
To share the little warmth I have
Though I may be cold and lifeless
I would gladly lay it down
To steal your pain away

Our eyes meet
The second is fleeting
Based around a ghost

— The End —