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Touch

This is a game
You grab my hand and it lights a spark
It's a play in two parts
Yours
And mine
You move
I move
We dance around eachother
Sparks achoing around our bodies

Touch me
TOUCH. ME.
I dare you
because it seems
as if the world might explode
if we don't
or even if we do

a touch
FINALLY
atom to atom
and an explosion
one we weren't ready for





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