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Mar 30
I like how our hands seem to have their own
conversations, apart from our mouths.
I like how we tell things we can't seem to say out loud.
In these spaces between,
Our fingers meet and they fit.
No walls, no secrets

I like how our hands know how to be together
In times we can't seem to.
Lara Beatriz De Guzman
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