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sihloetteFrom sightless eyes

come soundless tears

to fall on lonely breasts

that feel a man’s touch no more.

From crusty lips

made thin with pain

come words tormented, wild

to feel a man’s touch no more.

From frail bones

come stumbling steps

and pencil arms that reach

to feel a man’s touch no more.

To ears made acute

by other senses numbed

come words of rage, betrayal,despair

from her man who will touch her no more.

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