The Touch
May 7, 2019
the motion
of the water
slipped beside me
the empty lake was lost
and lonely, a cold silence
floated along with
the body
nothing, sticked to the
stiffened corps,
but a few drops
on the cold flesh
touched I freed
myself from
every drop
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