Immunity have not I
coursing through human veins.
I walk on narrow cliffs,
which path to choose.
Nameless human effigies
thoughts they dare not speak of.
I touch the wounds embedded deep
within scarred,anguished souls,
with hands as light as a feather.
I hear faint whispers and echoes,
voices needing, wanting,
I sit upon a chair made of empathy
knowing all they want



















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