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20h
you touched me
and for a moment
i wasn’t flesh
i was light.
i was breath
before the lungs
a name
before it was spoken.

not love
not lust
something holier
like the quiet
between two prayers
that still
find each other.
a moment so quiet it almost became real
Amoeba
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Amoeba  15/F/India
(15/F/India)   
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