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Sep 2010
Your touch
Cold and frightening
Devoid of all emotions
Love is meaningless and taboo
Without love
What is there for us?
For me?

The word
Fragile
But considered taboo

No more words now
Just a silent evening
Blank stares
Closed mouths
A zombie

Substitution will not follow through
Made of stone
No proof of love
Andie Lately
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