
i miss your hands, there so warm, i like how you lend it to me like a prince, i miss you. your hand, the one that bring so much memories, i love it, it's so delightful, it's not like any other hands, i've touch. this is another reason why i can't love another, because your hand prints are stuck inside my hands, nobody else can replace it, nobody. only for you, meant to be. i lay my hands on yours.

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