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untouchable
brokenarrows

the empty hands that I approach you with
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are not meant to evoke guilty demons,
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but to make a place for new time,
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untouched by you and I on any wavelength
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they are meant for the absence of light,
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the naked skin of my palms in exchange for one more thing to call beautiful.
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a quiet breath on the end of this old path,
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reach out to me and make this silence real.
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22 Mar 12


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