If only I could hold myself the way you hold me, I might be better off.
Alas, I could place my hands exactly where yours were
to no avail.
Because my hands are boring, and yours are full of endless intricacies
that keep me up at night.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
If only I could hold myself the way you hold me, I might be better off.
Alas, I could place my hands exactly where yours were
to no avail.
Because my hands are boring, and yours are full of endless intricacies
that keep me up at night.
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