Touch

Seven billion people.
Touch one.
It changes you.
Held a little Ecuadorian girl
in the crook of my arm as she slept.
One day earlier she
would have been a stranger to me.
One of seven billion.
Now I’d take a bullet for her.
We search for what separates us from other animals.
But this we share.
Touch.

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