Don't talk of love
Well I've heard the word before.
It's sleeping in my memory
and I won't disturb the slumber
of feelings that have died .
If I never loved,
I never would've cried.
I have my books
and my poetry to protect me.
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room,
safe within my womb.
I touch no one
and no one touches me.
I am a rock
I am an island
and a rock can feel no pain
and an island never cries
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