Your hands were strong and warm. Your hands could catch anything. But your hands could not hold anything delicate or lovely. Your hands could not hold me...
I am a writer and a poet. I write what I know; what I know is not limited to my own experiences nor my own knowledge. I have found a way to speak without talking...Please contact me for inquiries about Ghost Writing: rozzeldozzel@gmail.com
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