I cup you in my hands
and imagine
that the size of your heart
is that of a fingernail;
Sometimes I worry
my love for you is so great
that it will crush you.
Feb 16, 2023
Feb 16, 2023 at 7:18 PM UTC
I cup you in my hands
and imagine
that the size of your heart
is that of a fingernail;
Sometimes I worry
my love for you is so great
that it will crush you.
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