I Express Myself Through Writing I love the way you hold my hand. So gentle yet protective. One hand below and the other above. You sit there like a mountain. Unmovable, While I flit around like a butterfly. Nervous, But I always come back. I pace around you. And you wait....This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
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