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another person is touching, is wonderful, but when is it enough? i've pushed myself to the hilt into their softness, their warmth, their righteousness, and still i must always retreat, regroup, try again. "i miss you even when we're standing next to each other because there's still space between us" or "i like when hugging you is a natural reaction" (the reaching of the infant's arms aren't natural, but the reaching underneath them is) and that's true, the space between us, and then the space between the nucleus the electron cloud, the space between atoms bridged in a smearing wave, the space. i want to close that distance. be careful, that's a dangerous mistress, the end of all space. true love.
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