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is there such a place?
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I am so aware!
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Dear You,
Have you ever pressed your fingers to another? No, not hand holding, I mean the pressure of touch, the warm, albeit sometimes cold, measurement of what true emotion is. I understand the beauty of hands clasping, but if you are satisfied to only exchange fingerprints, I see truth in your feelings. Just to touch, just to know my prints are yours, just to know I am yours.
Fingerprints don’t fade. Perhaps my memory may leave me, but if our fingerprints ever reach, I will remember the connection of our marks.
-Me
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