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comfort

her skin

his touch 

her heart

his hand

her mind

his charm

her soul

his body

she gives her existence for what is only a short stay

assurance ►

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Martin Elder

Sun 12th May 2019 23:04

The last line of this poem sums it so well fitting in nicely with the starkness of the preceeding words
Love it

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