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Do not touch me ever again. No.
Not once in either of our lives.
Do not wrap my hands in yours.
Even if I am dead -
do not come to kiss
my cold forehead.
Do not
touch.
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Here is another negative nonet, if you're into that kind of thing: Some things are easier than others
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