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Just want that tender touch

That caress of a woman’s soft and dainty hands

Want to see her painted nails colorize the creases on my skin.

Give life to my dead flesh.

Warm and alive on the outside, from your embrace.

Still cold, calloused and numb inside.

Walled up and guarded until I’m convinced this is reality.


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