Reflex
Our hands find each other, fingers slipping together out of instinct, out of habit. It's almost muscle memory at this point, the way our palms fit.
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Our hands find each other, fingers slipping together out of instinct, out of habit. It's almost muscle memory at this point, the way our palms fit.
Poetry Books 50% Off
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