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twohundredthirty days with no touch skin to skin the things I would do the money I would pay oh how I long for the warmth in any way please someone let me in or let me die soon with no kin being so untouched I consider a sin could be as simple as a brush of my hair or a stroke of my chin because no human contact is a loss not a win
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
twohundredthirty
twohundredthirty days with no touch skin to skin the things I would do the money I would pay oh how I long for the warmth in any way please someone let me in or let me die soon with no kin being so untouched I consider a sin could be as simple as a brush of my hair or a stroke of my chin because no human contact is a loss not a win
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
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