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Human Touch
I really didn’t intend
to wound her yet again.
I have not thus far
Figured it out..
You would imagine
after this many years,
I would recognize
what not to do.
But I don’t
I just continue
getting caught
in my own
sticky web.
That I have woven
tighter and tighter
over the years.
I just keep hurting
the same poor little girl
time and time again,
who is just searching for love.
She hungers for
the human touch
as water does to flowers.
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