Sunday, January 22, 2012

When Two Hands Fit Like Ours Do Comments

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When two hands fit like ours do, palm to palm and fingers laced,
The world sits, undesired; all I need is in your face.
When mornings, bleak without you, find your voice and make reply,
The Sun is milk and honey rising in the sea foam sky.
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Annie Jane
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