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Monsieur Sleep
Poems
Dec 2016
touch
I begged silently for something
I couldn't even touch
And though you always offered
Your burning hands
I still felt nothing, just the cold,
Empty,
Solitary touch
Of hands that would never embrace me
The way they could.
#love
#heartbreak
#solitude
#hands
#longing
#burning
#touch
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