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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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My Warm Embrace
My warm embrace you shall never know May you yearn for hands upon your soul My cool caress you may never ken May you desire more from me and not be cooled How I envy your reckless disregard I long to know the workings of your heart Though it shall do you no good I am out of your grasp Hear me now you cold hearted one You shall never taste the heat You will never know what has become Of the one you threw away So long ago raw || truth |