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Aug 2011
Take joy in Touch.
Washing up warm
water on skin.
I re-arranged the books
in my bag; soft,
so they fitted nicely in.

With a firm touch.
So they were just so,
my knuckles slid along
the cool interior.

In love with the world.
Making love,
my goal.
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   Rosaline Moray and ---
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