Tell me

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Tell me,

Do you see my trembling hand reaching to hold yours.

Like something so fragile and precious.

Something I want to handle with care.

Something, I'm afraid my touch would burn and break.

Don't mistake it for hesitation or reluctance, that's just my fear coated love threatening to spill over.

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