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Aug 2014
We can't touch.
That's what they say.
It's impossible for us.
For everyone.

The air between makes it impossible.

We can touch.
That's what I say.
It's possible for us.
For everyone.

I felt your soft skin against mine.

We can't touch.
That's what you say.
It's possible for everyone.
Not for us.
Written: August 11. - 2014
Clindballe
Written by
Clindballe  Denmark
(Denmark)   
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