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Jul 16
sing soft your silky sentence
my skin is tainted by your touch
others may try but i keep my distance
i fear i may feel too much

a quiet but present voice
you don't speak when spoken to
it never seems to be my choice
you know me through and through

tell me a lie, sweetheart
i can't promise i'll hear it
i'll try and swallow the words
wash them down with your guilt.
Niamh Collins
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