The feel of a touch,
so rare and wanted
but spurned, turned away.
The self sees love’s empty vessel
unfit to return a caress.
Unwilling to culture a debt
unpayable.
The feel of a touch,
so rare and wanted
but spurned, turned away.
The self sees love’s empty vessel
unfit to return a caress.
Unwilling to culture a debt
unpayable.
Aremyfeetofftheground 
Beautiful,, but sad
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