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Nehemiah — Ithout Your Touch

a downfall of abomination
from amber skies to black clouds
none have been chosen, so all are slain
i cradle past memories of glory

rememberance always fails to compromise

without your touch, my emotions burn red
desires tearing at my tongue
a mask of lust binds your face to my flesh

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