I write poetry with my hands and a piece of paper. You write poetry with your hands and my body. If my voice is divine, so then are your fingers and lips.
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Ambedo
PoetryA collection of fleeting thoughts, and all of the emotions observed in them.
poets
I write poetry with my hands and a piece of paper. You write poetry with your hands and my body. If my voice is divine, so then are your fingers and lips.
