Touch.

It’s a strange world you find yourself in, once that world is made of two. 
When you do things,  that go against the grain, that you would rather not do. 
Not for someone else,  no.  It’s because you are not you,  it’s you and him too.
And you don’t even need words, because blasphemously,  just a touch is enough.
The worst things happen, and even your prose starts to rhyme.
Because after years and shitty years,  Life says,  fine now it’s your time.

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