Distrust tears my soul like rose thorns on my flesh.
Paranoia scrapes me thin.
Barbed tongue strikes me as I cower in the shadows.
Anger falls as raindrops from a swift August sky.
The chill from your shoulder
gnarls my heart like ancient trees.
I long for those hours,
that brief moment you warmed me
like a child in the womb.
I long for those seconds
you smiled upon me with eyes of love.
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