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Aug 2013
And I press my face to the screen
In a fleeting hope
That our foreheads might touch
That I might give
What we do so desperately deserve
And just to let
Our most basic instinct take over us

Ajoined faces
Connected in thought
Contact is ours,
Contact is our
Essential
Human
Need
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