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Please Don't Touch Me
To be in any form, what is that?
(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,)
If nothing lay more develop'd the quahog in its callous shell were enough.
Mine is no callous shell,
I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop,
They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me.
I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy,
To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.
From Song Of Myself (1860) by Walt Whitman
I'm Not Your Boyfriend (Please Don't Touch Me) by Gorillas On Drums
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