but the world looks in with need,
Its eyes hinge on my flesh for sustenance, I
never knew we are befriended by the cries of aloneness like never before ….
We need each others faces and voices and arms of tenderness; love is no more an old fashioned abused thing; as a race we are hungry for Touch and hugs… we are not alone, just befriended by an aloneness waiting waiting to be fed.
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