– when your hand is in mine.
when your hand is in mine,
i feel doused in serendipity because nothing,
in my life must be this fine.
when your hand is in mine,
the moon and stars to me,
seem brighter in shine.
when your hand is in mine,
and my heart is in yours,
you make me love even those
summer morn breakfasts at nine.
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swevens of vernorexia
Poetryi shall bloom flowers of love in your heart, so you may bleed petals for blood when i leave.
