I long to feel the sanctity of your touch
a beggar to assume, to adopt, all that I am hangs by a thread tonight I have no need to get home early; The harshness of the outside world a stutter until the night is over, and some days, when the loneliness is upon earth's dirty store, And the sun upon the cement it hurts to walk barefoot. these struggles for us, of us, where parts of you may live alone inside And I am left out to dry it’s a sadness worth dying for, I swear- no, and through smiling hurt strikes and written in blood there is your name And I am left with, heavy hearts that the children filled with gravel. |
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January 2016
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