duminică, 25 decembrie 2016
Touch has a memory
I cannot unsee
What I have seen
I cannot unfeel
What I have felt
This is why I never touched
Out of fear a body
Will leave holes in it
That in absence,
Would kill me whole
Whenever I thought about you
Too much.
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