I Feel Your Touch
I shall not cut short my hair
Still I feel touch of your finger
in my hair
I do feel how your finger crawl
inside my dark hair.
How can I meet you again
You are beyond my touch
You are beyond my vision
I fear if my body rots
The body once you loved.
poem by Devil Poet
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