the hands i love
so much
touch me tonight
i close my eyes
and feel
the tenderness of
numbness. I understand
how is it
to love and be not loved
in return
to pretend that all is
well
feel the warmth and not
believe in it
tired and then i fall
into sleep
satisfied that i have
not asked much
from life and its
complications.
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