Too many words, not enough touch
I wonder if we are born this way
or if language grows like a weed
beside the right hand brain area
where once grew peaches
I reach out with my words
squeezing your hand
touch someone
I wonder if we are born this way
or if language grows like a weed
beside the right hand brain area
where once grew peaches
I reach out with my words
squeezing your hand
touch someone
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