I reach out for your hand
Try and place it in my palm –
I know that your touch is real
I feel it -inside me
Knock three times, and enter
That makes her giggle
Even in the dark, with my eyes scrunched up tight
I can sense you are with me
A little light – one which I will find as long as I continue to let it burn
It is strange – how anyone else would not be allowed to touch me
My body is mine, my thoughts are mine
I harvest my survival treasures
They feel cool and smooth
I can feel them – perhaps I don’t need to see them
They are tiny pebbles in my pocket
Just touching them – making them smooth makes me smile –
I can carry something no one else will see.
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