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By hands that felt no passion

Skin rubbed sore by palm prints

Thumb prints

Empty pats and cold caresses

Stained by baseless lust and pain


Until I felt it

The touch that cleansed me

Wiped away all others

Singed my skin with beauty’s fire.


It stoked the smile inside me

Scorched my soul with endless heat

Left my thirst unquenched



By glorious waters that never


Ever go away

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