Touch Poem by Erin Hanson

Touch



Short vacation, mysterious to
unnamed persons.
a noble weekend pure with love,
ever wanting this to happen
beg. to end number one
request with all of you
desire to feel, touch,
anquish unimanginable.
let go,
not erased by mind.
sensational touch
with one love.

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Erin Hanson

Erin Hanson

Pheonix, Arizona
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