and in all the written records,
we were only ever
just
friends
But between the grains of static in the
throat of the gramophone
was a little place where
it was safe to
hold hands
for a
while.
nine
and in all the written records,
we were only ever
just
friends
But between the grains of static in the
throat of the gramophone
was a little place where
it was safe to
hold hands
for a
while.