The pain of distance is not something I would wish on anyone,
even the most vile adversary to all that is good in the world.
The simplicity held within a momentary touch is too
precious a thing to withhold.
The beauty in the hot sticky warmth of someone
else breathing on your neck
while the wind keeps blowing,
the clouds move further north,
the sun moves just a bit closer,
and everything makes sense.
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