"Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch me soon, now. What is the word known to all men? I am quiet here alone. Sad too. Touch, touch me."
What is the word lost to most some men? Cold eyes. Fire, earth and water long gone, rejected. I am quiet and sad and untouched. Indecisions. Save me soon, I am untouched. I found inspiration in your eyes. You teased me with it. I lost it. I can't see it anywhere.
