I never knew
What that touch
Was about
Unless my chord
Was cut, detached
From you
For ever!
Dare not play, with
My memories again
'm soft of heart
It clots blood
In lump of time
Was better, attached
Un-detached!
Oblivious of
Any beginning
Memory rot
In unfathomable gloat
Touch!
I require not
I like being born
unborn!
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