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Water is the only thing that still touches my body. That, and the warm, beautiful arms of my children.

Water is the only thing that still touches my body. That, and the warm, beautiful arms of my children.I long for your touch, smell and the look in your eyes make up for all the bad things in our life

erin hanson poetry

Her touch was light as a feather's, And it wasn't until she had started to leave, That people would instantly wonder, Why it became so much harder to breathe.