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Touch
The touch, it is the final filing,
Is only instant heart to heart.
The touch's soul issue, on shape apart
From real body, mind starts driling.
Transfer's the wishes, one to one,
Just by the chemistry's old rules
On mix with beautiful ocults
Make love already, to be done.
I dream to touch you every day,
To be inspired on my dreams,
To catch from you, your total means...
To be my goal, to make me way.
poem
by
Daniel Aurelian Rădulescu
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