Here is a poem.
The touch on my hand
that melts my soul
and the distant forced smile
that rocks my world
few, faint and far between
the scars of another
are best hidden not seen
deliver me..
deliver me
deliver me
from evil
rest your head
on my arms
lay your burdens
on me
i yearn for your touch
sensory.. symphony
carry me.
carry me..
carry me...
don't ever let me down.
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