Saturday, May 12, 2018

Like yours - by esteban



as i live i want your hands to cover me with their strength but, if i die, to awaken me again from the delirium that made me disbelieve in oceans, heavens, stars, moons, novas and gods answering my prayers to find someone with hands like yours.
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