Of Poetry and Prozac
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Touched
Touched
(It is my humble desire to be such a one as this.)
You reach out through the shadowed veil
flush with hope that never fails
to one who does not claim a name
for whom only your touch of flame remains.
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