A Melt Man

October 29, 2014

Intouched we see

a heart that beats

bounces to him

where the sun

pure bleeds

never touched

but seen

In touched we see

there in sleep

odor of crys

there in pure heat

Intouched we see

where everyone melts

the heart they see.

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