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insight sixtythree touch i'm now numb to your sharp touch tracing through my skin. numb to sensations that travel up my spine the blank relief which once was new which once supported me you touched the blemishes tallied the cries you touched the places no one can see yet made them watch me alone - a poem one day forward two days back smiles and floral all turned to black not noticing how the laughter died music so loud it muffled the cries.