hands with a soft touch know too much.
mind and matter blend together.
too much and barely enough,
all at the same time.
an instant, and hour, a moment, a day.
time moves independently in it's own strange way.
soothes the body and soul.
unconditionally.
you look at me, wondering.
a wink, a nudge, I know you, yes.
unconditionally
you look at me.
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