of your hand.
I reach out mine
and press it over your palm,
from wrist to finger tips.
I imagine the warmth
of your hand seeping
through this frosted glass,
that sets our worlds apart.
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to know that you feel the same as I do
is a three fold utopian dream
you do something to me that I can't explain
so would I be out of line if I said
I miss you
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