Touch Me - Poem by Patti Masterman
Touch me with silence,
Touch me with tears;
Reach out your hand
Across the years.
Whether ghost or demon,
Your touch pure magic-
For in the end
Each life is tragic.
(written to We Played Some Open Chords and Rejoiced
by A Winged Victory for the Sullen)
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