If you were
To touch me
In some ways
I couldn't
Understand
Would it make me
Less of a man
Would your warm heart
Open my eyes
To morning's light
In awful fright
Would my blindness
Search out your light
Would my deafness
Cry out for sound
Would my taste for love
Lose essence in Above
Would I cry tonight
Not knowing why?
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