Our skin writhed in pain
Had it not held your body in so long
It screamed for your touch
Your so magical healing touch
To bring us whole again
So we hug the nearest pillow
Warming ourselves,
Waiting for your return.
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Poesía"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
