Touch, Touch, Feel
S Stefanie Fontker
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To dream of gauging out fingers
From their unholy sockets
Is the reality of the burdened.
Flinching at the slightest movements,
Slamming eyelids together when
Grazed by the teeth of hounds.
A day is too gloomy when shared
With ones that would touch
Without the slightest bit of feeling.
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