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Sunday, April 26, 2009

Touch

Your forearm touches the door
My high heels touching the floor
Your eyes touching the clock
My hands touching the lock
Your fingers touching my skin
My mind touches where it has not been
Your body touches the wall
My arms touch you as they fall
Your pants touching the floor
My own self touches a whore
You’re touching the inside of me
My touching is hard to believe
Maggie lll
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