I fell disgusted as I fell a hand on my buttons.
In my town, this is no strange.
But today was different because the hand in my private place wasn't a big one but a small innocent hand of a 10-year-old smiling at me while still touching me.
And trust me, that touch was not in a childish way.
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
