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May 2016
Everything I touch falls apart
I'm no Midas with the golden touch
Rather Medusa with the stone cold glare
And the piercing soul
Everything I touch crumbles
Which confuses me and leaves me wondering
Why when I touched you, you came out laughing
But when you touched me, I came out broken
K W
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K W  Boston
(Boston)   
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