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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

Human Touch.

Came Short, And Weak. Writers Block.

Inferior Species, Always Dwelling To Pray.
Interior Meet She's Never Willing To Play.
A Time In Her Life, With No One To Turn To.
Flip The Dislikes, Did She Ever Yearn You?
She Would Recite, Tell All Of Her Secrets.
Lend Me Her Heart, Then Tell Me To Keep It.
Me, Never Mistreated, Handled Or Carried.
She, Never Conceited, Scandaled Or Varied.
I See Her In Foresight, She Sleeps So Somber.
Un-Noticed This Night, And Forever Longer.
Once Muttered, Together, Always And Forever.
No Shadow Of Doubt Grew In Me, But However.
As The Nights Grew Long, The Loneliness Grew.
Her Heart Grew Strong, From My Point Of View.
One Night Of Disarray, Entered Early In Spite.
Thus Bloomed Loves Boquet, She Held Me Tight.
She Just Simply Held Me, Really It Wasn't Much.
A Once Forgotten Teddy Bears Dream, Human Touch.