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 Apr 2016 Makenzie Scott
Torin
I
cannot help
the hands
that touch me
when they
could heal me
I know
its a distant
language
written
on my soul
I wasn't
made
to
understand
but she reads me
and I feel
her
more than
     Anything.....
                               My greatest wish
                               I couldn't say
                              is by her
                              spoken
                        ­        my greatest hope
                              is only
                              that I could
                             hold her
                            forever
                               that we'll make love
                              while we're
                             still
                             young
what might be louder than words
spoken together in dark
what song might be more
melodic than love
what bloom on any flower
what spacious resounding
cry is more meaningful
for unlike roses
ours is a wandering toll
though we may
think our roots are bound
our destinies rooted
when our needs
are met
on freedom
presence in tall trees boughs high
the  magnificence
a robin builds a nest
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