She fills me with stories
I follow her geography as I'd follow a map
crescents and roundabouts in her hands
she tells me about today
I follow her until
she rests her arm around my shoulders
I dare to hold her hand
It is thin and small
and I can smell her
In that vicinity
I follow her geography as I'd follow a map
crescents and roundabouts in her hands
she tells me about today
I follow her until
she rests her arm around my shoulders
I dare to hold her hand
It is thin and small
and I can smell her
In that vicinity
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