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Apr 2018
Tender fingers trace my heart
and look at me with smiles

Tender fingers shape my art,
they make it worth the while

Tender fingers break me down
with gentle, crushing swipes

Tender fingers make me numb
and colour me different stripes

Tender fingers hurt me so,
though they have the best intentions

Tender fingers build me up
and the rest is not to mention

that tender fingers are no good
without their train of thought

for tender fingers misunderstood
their needs with what I want.
Written by
Dev  19/F/Australia
(19/F/Australia)   
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     Nyx, --- and Traveler
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