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There’s a tingle in my palm where your touch landed. Like a ghost, there is a hidden mark of your presence under my skin. What does it mean to be touched by a ghost? I crave for touch but I also abhor it. I want your warm body next to mine. Telling me I’m alive, you’re here with me. I close the distance again. Body to body. A pulse, like a warning, goes through me. But it’s a reminder, not an alarm. That for a brief moment we occupy the same space, I feel your temperature, and you feel mine. 19/11/24