It's an upside down poem - can you see?
Just speech no touch
I see and sense
You're real to me
and I, you.
When we're close
burning appears.
A touch is a deal
and I run from you
like I don't want
but want I do
I do like and want
from you, and I run.
A deal is a touch.
Appears burning
We're close when
you and I...
To me you're real.
And sense, I see...
touch... speech... no, just.
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