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Your fragile arm lies inches from my fingertips, Hairs lining the back of my neck stand guard Against the battle of my body and my brain. If I laid my hand atop your fingers, Would you melt into them like a plastic spoon within flames? Or would you yank them away and send glares of Embarrassment through my veins? I'm afraid to touch you; your delicate skin Causes a full-system shut down if your arm merely brushes mine Without a simple sorry. I've fallen in love with hands I've never held, And sculptured skin I'll never touch. You are such a masterpiece- my touch Would simply shatter you.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Sculptured Perfection.
Your fragile arm lies inches from my fingertips, Hairs lining the back of my neck stand guard Against the battle of my body and my brain. If I laid my hand atop your fingers, Would you melt into them like a plastic spoon within flames? Or would you yank them away and send glares of Embarrassment through my veins? I'm afraid to touch you; your delicate skin Causes a full-system shut down if your arm merely brushes mine Without a simple sorry. I've fallen in love with hands I've never held, And sculptured skin I'll never touch. You are such a masterpiece- my touch Would simply shatter you.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
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