You can never forget those grips
that once saved you
the warmth it gave on your sweaty cold palms
"stay and stop. you'll be fine. we'll be fine"
the way they fit perfectly, our hands.
can i never let it go . for once ?
but then again, here comes the sun. the storm is over. and we're survived just fine.
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