Grease and Mud and Hair
There is a thin coat, a layer of grease and mud and hair separating everyone else from me, and I am getting lonely. I will hug someone and they will not want to let go but it is not enough, there is this film that keeps me from touching them. It keeps me from feeling their actual touch. What I feel is ghostly compared to how it is supposed to feel. I looked in the burn ward, where the film has been scorched off, but I was escorted off the premises. Maybe I need to peel it off by hand.
THIS IS NEATO
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