A room with just the two of us
Blocks and blocks
From one to the other
Those are your fingers
I can feel them
Rough, dry but strong
They are electrics
That is your palm
I can feel it
Coarse, hard yet warm
It is duvet
You do not hold my hands
May be you are uncertain
To believe that I can be yours
And you are mine
Give me thy hands
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