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From the very start, you were holding my hand locking them tightly each and everyday then at some point they loosen up and I hate that so I try my best to fix them now, our hand grip is different; it’s close and very comforting it’s warm and encouraging it’s yours and mine becoming ours it’s in the stage where we can clearly see what we’re sharing together is more than the selfishness of oneself and past way up the capacity of love itself
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
Hands
From the very start, you were holding my hand locking them tightly each and everyday then at some point they loosen up and I hate that so I try my best to fix them now, our hand grip is different; it’s close and very comforting it’s warm and encouraging it’s yours and mine becoming ours it’s in the stage where we can clearly see what we’re sharing together is more than the selfishness of oneself and past way up the capacity of love itself
amalia-puspa
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
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