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Apr 2016
I am love's *****,
An untouchable, and
Alone.
I once anticipated the moisture
From your lips,
To find compassion
Looking back.
I shared the food you brought,
At arm's length.
I am dis-eased,
Laden with our sins,
Chased away to wonder.
I've left my fallen fingerprints
Where you
Once let me touch.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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