When your fingers meet mine,
I fall in love with you, one thousand times
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A Hopeful Romantic
PoetryIt was never hopeless, when it is raw It's always hopeful, just so you saw On the forming pieces of something lost, words can fill the vow. As souls come along, ropes hang low. You and I, might be the reason for a while. In the day dream, can friend...
Consciousness
When your fingers meet mine,
I fall in love with you, one thousand times
