Touch As I walk into the week I am reintroduced to the resin of the zealous folks I am surrounded with. Though the time together has not been very long nor consecutive, I feel their presence touch my soul on account of what we resemble. It is something not said but rather felt. This confection reaches my senses and drives a nearly uncontrollable crave for contact of our bodies in a way that is meaningless yet pithy. it travels to a fixation that forces all other components alive in this space to be based around receiving the touch, the connection.
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