I'll hold your hand always
Even once our wrinkles settle in
Your fingers interlocked with mine
A perfect fit. A perfect match. A perfect bond.
And I'll squeeze tightly. Hold firmly.
Pray I never lose my grip on unimaginable bliss
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 11:23 PM UTC
I'll hold your hand always
Even once our wrinkles settle in
Your fingers interlocked with mine
A perfect fit. A perfect match. A perfect bond.
And I'll squeeze tightly. Hold firmly.
Pray I never lose my grip on unimaginable bliss
Don’t know why this never published lol. June 2019
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