Human Touch
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Mark R Slaughter
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I speak -
The spirit in my loneliness,
My new-found wealth,
Courts your presence
In all that's left aside -
A message on your breath
Dissipating -
Your legacy
My agony
Imaginary paths
Hang; I cannot reach! -
Track the history of warmth -
Human touch -
To bless me
There's none
None
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