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Oct 2013
Often left feeling
Disconnected
from many a life
Where one is
simply
Rejected
A gripping
Handshake
that takes us
to our knees
Brings us pleasure
and a bruising
need
To please
No warmth
from a  tight smile
No tenderness from lust
just...
Skelton fingers
Holding hands
Bone on bone
*Its a cold touch
Helen
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Helen  nowhere special
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