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Oct 2022
Don't make me less soft
I want my fingertips to alternate
touch tip underneath
I'm not cold in your way
this is a sacred space
back drops
constellation of wrong movements
merge me with the source
unlike him
we have reference slits so we sit
in the right place
at the right
location
while I stand on a different coast
This was the final line I wrote
then tore out the page
dipped it in water
pasted it to something
more permanent than an internet connection
don't make me less soft
or you will find yourself
somewhere less sacred
with a loss of touch
Written by
kirra  22/F/barcelona
(22/F/barcelona)   
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