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Hands Touch
Our hands touched;
But only for a second;
It felt so warm from
the rhythm of your Blood.
Not even cold
Or filled with dread.
I tried to resist my
cheeks from flushing,
But I know enough to understand
That I may never learn
to control my emotions
Towards you- and for that;
I Reprimand the
Constant power when our
hands will touch again.
Published 28th Jan 2012
| Edited 29th Sep 2016
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