Abigail Shiels

Who Knew

Who knew

That a simple touch

A brush of skin

Could be the key to my lock

The yang to my yin

And with that touch

Gentle and not

Would turn the key and release

A side of me I'd forgot

A small simple touch

Kind words said

Broke the chains of my curse

And of lies fed

That a simple touch

Who knew

 

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