I've ever had--my hugs are not allowed,
And holding hands with her, it just enshrouds
Us in a new-moon night. She'd wear her gloves
On both her hands and heart--cold unheard-of
Behavior for a lover?--such dark clouds
Reign over women now and only crowds
Away the chance of true love. Darkness shoves
Its way between lovers, women and men
Driven far from each other, yes, until
All contact's lost among most everyone.
Why must we taste this cold carcinogen
Called fear of being touched?--it makes us ill,
Alone and lonely--without hope or sun.
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