Sabtu, 30 September 2017

hands

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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