You are free to cry out.
You are free to regret.
You are free to affront me, to fracture.
You are free to scent doubts.
You are free to save breath,
But I beg, but I pray: do not touch me.
You are free to make jokes.
You are free to descant
A light tune of the vulgar round dancing.
And you are free to smoke,
And to choke me with puffs,
But I beg, but I pray: do not touch me.
You are free to be near.
You are free to stay by
Till the end, till the final death's clutching.
And if it`s such a hell,
You are free to give way,
But I beg, but I pray: do not touch me.
Do not touch me
© Copyright: Дарья Синевич, 2013
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