The touch that connects-nWords that bleednThe closeness that rejects-nWords mean nothingnnActions all rubber band lies stretched farnIntimate words spoken while in bednJust pillow talk for the naive headnEverything in namesnnIdeas prone to a backwards motionnAn unknown cause,nothing namednA thought people state-nContradicting this false speechnnSticks and stones made of syllablesnThese words will grow against you