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Never
I will never be
Held, or loved, or kissed
again
I shall never feel
Hands, or lips, such kisses
again
I can never be
Happy, nor hopeful, loving
again
Never again feel
Butterflies from touches
of love made- those joyful
chest pains
To wake up with her
curled, wrapped upon
me- no worries to
remain
Or see the eyes of
warmth. The one
who sees my stain
As she lingers with
a smile- only love I
feel, no shame
All those days are
gone now, wretched
memories of pain
I will never be
touched again,
for better or for
worse,
and as final thoughts
now form
my only wish for
this broken,
beaten life
is for me to go;
abstain.
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