My hands are not smooth
They've never been known to sooth
Still I hold them out to you
These are the things that you make me do.
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Warm As A Flame
PoetryForever is a long time, But there is no other person I would rather call mine.
All for you
My hands are not smooth
They've never been known to sooth
Still I hold them out to you
These are the things that you make me do.
