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The fingers on my hands belong to you and to the hairs of yours that settle in-between the curves of them You stick to me like glue even when I peel you off I haven’t strips of extra skin, covering mine a film of curiosity smiling in the night Lines of harmony I cannot stress Only hum them off the top of my head
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Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 8:39 PM UTC
The Issue of Attachment
The fingers on my hands belong to you and to the hairs of yours that settle in-between the curves of them You stick to me like glue even when I peel you off I haven’t strips of extra skin, covering mine a film of curiosity smiling in the night Lines of harmony I cannot stress Only hum them off the top of my head
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bg-hermitt
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 8:39 PM UTC
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