~An Ache For Touch

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Naked children swimming within the moon's womb.
Thirst wraps their wrinkled flesh
with blinding hues of confusion.

Whispering thoughts of an ache for touch,
for hunger;--

deters darker sparks of an unborn idea.

Falling dreamers
merge into amniotic stagnation.






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Ezna Stephna
Tremendous! you penned it well ...
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carol
fascinating write
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