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The art of Holding Hand
Your fingers brushed mine, a tender trace,
In that moment, time slowed its pace.
I wove them together, a delicate bind,
Our connection ignited, souls intertwined.
Your grasp was a shield, protective and strong,
A...
In that moment, time slowed its pace.
I wove them together, a delicate bind,
Our connection ignited, souls intertwined.
Your grasp was a shield, protective and strong,
A...
