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When we talk I randomly reach out my hand
Not to feel your smoothe skin or your silky hair
It's not because I want to grope you like some prepubescent teenager in the back of a movie theater
I touch your arm and lay my hand on your thigh
I'll hold your hand; Give you kisses on your cheek
And I know I hold on to hugs too long
It's not because I have some inner hidden feelings for you
It's because I think you are an illusion
Able to disappear at the blink of my eyes
And I need to keep reassuring myself that you are here
And that you are real