Talk (an acrostic poem)

There were words coming out of his mouth

Although they didn’t really belong to each other

Look, not everyone can pontificate profusely proficiently

Knowing when to stop speaking is

Touch (an acrostic poem) (warning for content)

The desire from human contact

On the arm, shoulder, a full hug

Unties stress and allows us to feel like we belong

Critical to our wellbeing

He took it too far though

 

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