through times
muddied
do i dredge.
clouded by
ones
i had been
deceived by,
pursued by
those whom
i have
deceived,
and still
i am
interested
in no one.
i long for
touch;
the warmth
of embrace,
but i fear
it will not
come,
nor would it
feel warm,
without love.
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