"As I Lay Dying"

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I wish I could touch you,

Just once, as I lay in my

Box of beauty, of sick and

Twisted bliss, just reach out

To brush my undeserving fingers

Against the creamy, delicate skin

Of your face and wonder how

You have returned to me, to

Comfort me and keep me,

Nurture and love me, but,

Alas, that will never happen;

You shall never grace my days,

And my thoughts turn bleak as,

Alone, I lay dying.