Lady, I will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene
Lady I will
Touch you with my mind. Touch
you, that is all,
lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite care
the poem which i do not write.”
— E.E. Cummings
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