Wild berries growing on my body
Vital parts....... essential flesh
Gradually consumed slow and steady
I never let anyone touch me
Loosing fingers, inch by inch
Rotting toes....that's my fate
Breath of my wind comes through the hinge
The doors of my life never ever hate
One day a gentle soul walked through my door
Where I was abandoned and isolated
Attempt to touch me and promise to cure
Expressed my refusal " I am untouchable " I stated
This noble soul convinced me
"twisted minds are only beware
Me myself always will be"
Lately I have learnt that Ernesto Fuser Guevera
Anandprasad
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