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his hands are in my hair his permanent touch engraved into me forever fossils under the earth of us holding hands and smiling like life isn’t death and that we aren’t just living to die until he uses his hands for other things
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
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his hands are in my hair his permanent touch engraved into me forever fossils under the earth of us holding hands and smiling like life isn’t death and that we aren’t just living to die until he uses his hands for other things
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
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