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Jun 2013
I have been having these weird sensations
where I want to reach out and touch what I am seeing.
I see the snow-capped mountains in the background of the lushes green pines.
The path is dark soiled, moist with morning dew
I want to reach out and feel it all at once
I want to feel it brush through my finger tips and down into my palm
I even dream about it
Cities and landscapes; I want to touch it all.

I am mostly sad in my dreams
My wrist cramps up
My arms ache for the feeling
but I can't touch a whole city
and I can't touch a whole forest.
Nebraska Sinclair
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Nebraska Sinclair  26/F
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