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Every other second, you move your hands elegant, pliable, alive and strong you twist them into a knot and rub with thumbs I dare not look away these hands are holding nothing less than a ribbon leading straight into my heart and there it gets irrevocably tangled and there it pulls me deeper into this madness I'm in love with your hands they live their own intruguing life while you think and laugh...
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Apr 9, 2023
Apr 9, 2023 at 2:50 PM UTC
I'm going crazy with you, aren't I
Every other second, you move your hands elegant, pliable, alive and strong you twist them into a knot and rub with thumbs I dare not look away these hands are holding nothing less than a ribbon leading straight into my heart and there it gets irrevocably tangled and there it pulls me deeper into this madness I'm in love with your hands they live their own intruguing life while you think and laugh...
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29/Agender
Apr 9, 2023
Apr 9, 2023 at 2:50 PM UTC
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