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My touch
hand will not hurt what it holds, and
yet will devour it,
That it [?] must remain whole
perfect before ^ me though I
enclose and divide
it.
Only one minute, only two or three [passing] bulging
[?] sheathed touches,
Yet they gather all of me and my spirit into
a knot,
They hold us [so] long enough there to show
us what
life
we can be,--
And
that my ^ our [sensuous]
flesh, and even a part of my our flesh,
is
^ seems more than ^all
my ourmy
senses and life.--
What
has become of my senses?
One A
Touch of a toy[?] of tassel, me
has [unhaltered[?]] jolted down
all
of them but feeling;
That
He pleases the rest so, they have given
up
to it, in submission,
They are all emulous to swap
off for what
it
can do to them.
Every one must
^ would swap off and go with him, be
a touch,Or
else she will abdicate and nibble at the
edges
end [?] of [illegible] him
edges of me.--
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