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Apr 2014
There is a terrible quality to all skin,
water,
and fur
that desires the brush of a finger.
And upon this touch
often follows a pur,
a recoil,
a splash,
or a hum
as the world recognises that two things have,
if only for a moment,
become one.
Tegan
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Tegan  25/London
(25/London)   
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