A little boy sunburnt in position
crying yet crying
too damaged to come out
briefly touched in Gods way
insanity takes my mind
in its jaws
too damaged to throw away
too sick to heal
but and my mind lingers with him
in my mind touched
too small for a boy
too taut to hold lanquid in love
truest being in truest form
untouched really yet
touching all
simply
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