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Dec 2016
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.
Monsieur Sleep
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Monsieur Sleep
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