sick of it | poem

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i am yet

to meet a soul

who can touch me

without touching my body


i am scouring

for a mind

to instill

wonder

in mine


and make me feel like i am more

than just a physical entity


who will

love me for my mind and soul

not just for

the body that houses it

-n.c

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