A story of a Tender Touch

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I couldn't tell fact from fiction,

Or if the dream was true

My only sure prediction

In this world was you.

I'd touch your features inchly.

Beard love and dared the cost,

The sented spiel reeled me unreal

And I found my senses lost.

 

Maya Angelou, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

 

 

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