"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.
