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Touch

missing you is not something I do quite often,

but when i do,all i miss is your warmth and touch.

your words were anyways a lie,

but your touch did made me feel alive when i felt dead.

 

-k.d

Touch poetry pain warmth memories

◄ Soldier of my own life

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