the squirt from an orange onto my face
the sight of an argument on the street
the smile of an old man and his hand shake
the sunshine on my bed in the afternoon
the sounds of my children
young, old, and inbetween laughing, crying, excited, and
their looks when they dont realize they are showing how happy he/or she is to see me
these are just a few of the unfelt touches that reach inside of me
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