Despite your indifference or cold discriminations,
there is a way to touch me with your spirit—
a way to let that soul hold me with its long feathers
But when you see me with those carnal eyes,
you cannot truly touch me—I fall from your fingers
Like pearls and roll into the cracks of your wooden floor
And there I see those black and white pictures of you
enhanced by the roll of my life line, and I know
that what you say is untrue—there “is” a way to love me....
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