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You have softer hands than I, An amusing touch. And your voice reverberates in my head like a bell. I wait for every word, already knowing whats to come. You ghosts upon my shoulders, I've never broken our grasp.
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
You have softer hands than I
You have softer hands than I, An amusing touch. And your voice reverberates in my head like a bell. I wait for every word, already knowing whats to come. You ghosts upon my shoulders, I've never broken our grasp.
daniel-arocho
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
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