your warm hands.
after the day
you caressed my hair
so gently
with your rough hands
is when i started
to find your
familiar warm touch
in every hands
that would caress it
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Poetry| prose collection different boys. different kinds of pain. different experiences. left me feeling indifferent when it comes to love.
your warm hands
your warm hands.
after the day
you caressed my hair
so gently
with your rough hands
is when i started
to find your
familiar warm touch
in every hands
that would caress it
