I want
to hold
your
hand
really
tight
and
not
let
go
until our hands are sweaty
and uncomfortable and
we need to switch sides.
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It Happened Tomorrow
PoetryA collection of oneliners, thoughts, poems and all sorts of gooey crap...
words that are yucky but true
I want
to hold
your
hand
really
tight
and
not
let
go
until our hands are sweaty
and uncomfortable and
we need to switch sides.
