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Feb 2013
To Touch is to Feel
To Feel is to Hurt
Hurt is pain
Enough Pain to lead to Death

So do not Touch me,
Do not Touch the cool of my skin
And so I will not Touch you,
Feel the pain you dwell your moments within

Do not Feel my love, my hate,
The feelings that rush through my veins
I won't Feel your hope, your pity,
The deepness that rests within your eyes

Do not See my hurt like a desert,
Broad and open, but a place not to explore
I will not See what lies inside that heart,
The darkness forever screaming within its chambers

Do not love me for I will one day Die
Death, even now, holds me within its grasp
I won't reach out to you either,
Because once I Touch, the only end is death
Elizabeth Ann
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Elizabeth Ann  Washington, United States
(Washington, United States)   
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