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Don’t touch me

Don’t touch me
My skin is brittle
Paper thin
The slightest touch
Will make me bleed

Don’t reach me
The invitation
Not to be alone
Will uncork in me
A well of need

Don’t warm me
The walls that keep
My wounds contained
Are made from ice
They’ll melt with trust

Don’t see me
The broken soul
I try to hide
Will be exposed
In all disgust

Don’t touch me
My heart that’s swollen
Black and blue
With contact will
Explode in pain

Don’t tempt me
My needs will flood
My life and mind
Drown me and
Break me again

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