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Apr 2020
I wanna touch
Your face
Ungloved
I wanna smell your breath
With you mask
Off
It is more treacherous
Than a storming sea
It is more dangerous than a
Waring Family


No one knows
None are out and about
I would not risk so much
For just hanging out
We are both pale
No matter what the light
It is the pallor of loneliness
Only you do I trust
We now have a pact


Against those we were to guard.


I undress and
Close the door
Written by
Ike E Davis  55/M
(55/M)   
86
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