If I could touch a heart,
I would feel a literal heart;
I would never live within the bounds of figurative affection,
I would bring true Desire and give it palpable form:
A hand to a living, beating heart;
I would get hard as its palpitations shook me;
I would get wet to see its crimson glistening before me.
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