Nov 2010
I see his fingers lapsing,
vibrating,
fumbling,
It sickens me, but I love it so;
His brightly capable hands,
plagued and infected with excess movement
vibrating,
fumbling,
It sickens me, but I love it so;
His brightly capable hands,
plagued and infected with excess movement
Written by
Asia Marquette
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