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Through the Glass






Through the glass
I can see you
and it hurts
the tangled mixture
of pain and pleasure
when I think
of how it felt
to be there
safe
in your arms
there are times
I wish I could run
and forget
there are times
I wish you would
hold me again
and take away the fear
would it shock you
to learn that at times
when I am alone
my mind and body
cry out for you
take my hand
lead me from this place
somewhere
we could share
if you felt the same
it would be wonderful
but I find it difficult
believing anyone would ever
really need me
make me believe












by: Karen Damon 1989





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