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Feb 20
the untouchable
reaching out
palm to a holographic hope
dissipating like fog
as my fingers linger
in the air it once permeated.

maybe fantasy only serves its purpose
by not being touched.
Written by
Sophia  23/F
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     matt r and Cassian
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