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i never got

I never got to touch his face
or feel the warmth of his embrace
i never got to hold his hand
& walk on shore on golden sand
i never got to hear his voice
or hold him close together in dance
i never got to taste his lips
or feel his sensual erotic bits
i never got to hear him say
i love you in so many ways
& i’m my heart i die each day
at all the things i couldn’t say
& my soul bleeds most ever night
cos i will die …
never having held him tight

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I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy and a fundamental tool for understanding and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, painting dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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