Touch

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Our body is a map
And human's hands are vessels
That crave to travel round the shores
Of naked skin
To find the answers

We aren't halves of partial heart
There's something greatly more
To fathom
We come here to complete
One's life
And be each other's timeless
Phantom

It all becomes with simple touch
To give initial rise to
Feeling
We here to speak
The language of two souls
To love the whole of us

Because the move of fingertips
Is so
Appealing

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