I will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene; I will touch you with my mind. Touch you, that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which I did not write.

— E.E Cummings, Lady

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via say-anything-is-a-real-girl)

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