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Touch Therapy - 2

Was Love wrong about you when you laid your heart down upon the steaming ice of shocked innocence, soaking the violet chakra of your inner child's consciousness in the freezing puddles of premature pain wishing there were a wild way to punish God for the disgrace of ignorance that hope and heartache hurry you into, were the Angels wrong about the alms of your amazing eyes, are the roses of youth wrong about the velvet of your plush pulses, were teachers wrong about the arithmatic of your inspired intellect blooming slow amid the din of devilish danger, is your favorite song a beautiful sabotage of suffering, wrong about the joy that your prodigous confidence promised, maybe you were wrong about being wrong... J.A.B. 2023

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