The spaces between my fingers ache,
Yearning for yours to make them whole.
My fingertips turn red,
Effervescent blood flows too fast.
They need your touch,
I need it.
My hands – quiet translators,
Knowing you better than I ever could.
The spaces between my fingers ache,
Yearning for yours to make them whole.
My fingertips turn red,
Effervescent blood flows too fast.
They need your touch,
I need it.
My hands – quiet translators,
Knowing you better than I ever could.
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