sometimes i fantasise about holding your hand again
but now, i've realised that
i don't think i want to.
i think your hand will be too cold for mine.
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cold hands / poem
sometimes i fantasise about holding your hand again
but now, i've realised that
i don't think i want to.
i think your hand will be too cold for mine.
