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Sep 2014
"Do Not Touch"
The sign I read for this majestic beauty.
It makes me all the more want to know what it feels like.
Does one crave to hold ugly things?
No, I say.
So I continue to stare, breathing in, capturing whatever ounce of this creature,
Without the right to touch.
Thoughts torture the mind with daydreams.
But I can't look away.
It has captured my heart,
I am a prisoner to her.
And so I sit,
Stare longingly,
Till the sign is removed.

Or I am set free.
17 July '14
courtney ropp
Written by
courtney ropp  Reno, NV
(Reno, NV)   
   Emily Tyler and ryn
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