Mortal Touch
I think of you often.
In the morning, late at night,
but those thoughts go unvoiced,
the mortal touch goes unfelt.
It’s easier to keep to myself,
to avert my gaze deliberately.
it’s safer to keep ravenous.
It’s simpler to bamboozle with silence.
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