Separate the parts that still remember your touch
She's held while she shakes, light fingers brushing skin.
Protect the parts that can still hear your tones
By listening to new lilts and beeps, hearing a different song.
Give the parts a peace of mind, a piece of love and light
Brightening the dark recesses of the cave she called home.
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PoetryA collection of poetry across ages, moments, and confusion. Tw - read at own desire
