I love hands
and what they can do...
Yours during nows and thens
in the enough I know...
Maybe keys to a spell
birthing storms anew...
Out of which beauties burst
like a fruit...
Always treated as the first
and last things to ever be touched and built...
Oh well.
There's no such thing as mercy with you...
30/06/2020
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