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your two hands they create stories and pictures and plans they take forms and shapes very close to my face they sculpt our future and later blame it on fate they hold my chin and they hold my waist and stroke my hair they play with my fingers my skin and flesh but my two hands they are cold and lax they only know how to hold your hands
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
two hands
your two hands they create stories and pictures and plans they take forms and shapes very close to my face they sculpt our future and later blame it on fate they hold my chin and they hold my waist and stroke my hair they play with my fingers my skin and flesh but my two hands they are cold and lax they only know how to hold your hands
disha-verma
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
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