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my fingers are always icy, cold hands always a purple or red color, cold hands my fingers never interlocking with his, cold hands But you with your bright eyes and kind smile, you're all mine The way you look at me left me with, warm hands and flushed cheeks
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
cold hands
my fingers are always icy, cold hands always a purple or red color, cold hands my fingers never interlocking with his, cold hands But you with your bright eyes and kind smile, you're all mine The way you look at me left me with, warm hands and flushed cheeks
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a-girlpe
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
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