my hands ache
To be caressed and held
Let me hold yours
And warm me up
Light a fire
And never let go
- held
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surviving the storm
ПоэзияA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
ache
my hands ache
To be caressed and held
Let me hold yours
And warm me up
Light a fire
And never let go
- held
