Again

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I have touched her fingertips as if they were velvet petals.

Submitted: December 21, 2006

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Living has become like slowly dying.
With hatred building up like a flood breaking through a dam.
A glimpse like frozen water melting upon me.
Her smile beginning to grow as a lilac blooms.
She is the brave just like an anorexic beginning to chew.
I have touched her fingertips as if they were velvet petals.
And now I yearn for her again just like a cannibal does for human flesh.


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