hands
paired
shadows cast
long under a ruthless spring sun
one lingers, still
believing in the other, entombed
in sepia. words and
skin enough
shared to make a life of
sorts
they could never get the hang of holding hands
long under a ruthless spring sun
one lingers, still
believing in the other, entombed
in sepia. words and
skin enough
shared to make a life of
sorts
they could never get the hang of holding hands
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