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A chill....Without 

Didst....

Touched me, once...?

Nay, ..... It bit, deep.

It was, soul, numbing, touch.

Don't, talk to me.

Just shush, and let me taste, your lips.

That sparkle, in my eyes.

Is a mere, glint.

But the fires, not...... Yet dead.

Take one, long, last .....good look.

Then, just keep on walking.

Should it be your, want.

My life's, begun ....again, encore.

My heart, now like, my door.

Closed to all, those.

Without

A key.....

Giajl © Jim Love