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I want to touch you.
I want to feel your warmth.
I want to know you feel it.
There isn't so much time.
There is a limited number of days to go and we will be no more.
You have a body, no matter how wasted it is.
The head. The torso, the legs and hands.
You are a man or a woman.
There are some impulses,
That awaken the memory
Sometimes just sensual impressions from the past.
This is your identity.
This is part of your being.
You are now.
Your body knows more than you can realize.
I want to touch you.
" I am going to wash your hands in iodine. I am thinking about how absurd it is: to wash the hands of another person in iodine. Well, it cleans and purifies, prevents infection, decay and the growth of microorganisms. Iodine is a sterile, disinfecting substance. Yes, this is all true but it will never make your hands or my mind clean."
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