Your feet are so small and childlike. Your left knee has a scar in the shape of my lucky number and two moles that trail up your thigh on the soft underside. These I imagine your lover touching with a forefinger gently while a caged bird waits to hear the uttered words.
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Your feet are so small and childlike. Your left knee has a scar in the shape of my lucky number and two moles that trail up your thigh on the soft underside. These I imagine your lover touching with a forefinger gently while a caged bird waits to hear the uttered words.