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When We Were Close Enough To Touch

Updated: Jun 20

I long for a body that was never harmed

That didn't recoil from violent words and rough hands

Shrinking in fear of being seen


I long for a mind that was never forced to justify absurdity

That didn't respond by turning on itself

Becoming the insanity within


I long for a voice that was never quiet in its anger

That didn't always speak in dulcet tones despite

Choking on acidic bile


I long for a life that was never a story paired with yours

That doesn't include my love meeting your hate

Bruised by its existence

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