Raw Emotions

I don't feel with my finger tips;
I touch with my mind.
I don't taste with my mouth;
I consume with my soul.
My life not endured but
Encountered and savored
In its purest form.
All things consumed,
Bitter and sweet and
Like a parched desert,
Anticipating the next
Torrential downpour.
Angel's tears
Washing me clean.

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