Not that I'm hunger for touch.
But to be without it,
Could we enjoy life so much?
I lay eyes and lingered.
On all that made up you.
Humanly simple beauty,
Of nothing purer than ordinary.
You could still be a stranger.
But I could know you by touch.
The fragile moment of slow and rush.
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