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holding onto
by Angela Thomasfrom my lips to your lips and back and forth
the word travelled. my hands looking tiny
in yours, but feeling like they belonged
there somehow. and when we walk from
the back of the bar after the man tells
us they've stopped serving food, so lets
just go home, you hold your hand out
and i take it. we walk like this everywhere.
for the girl that hates pda, and the guy
that has a girlfriend, we sure do love us
some hand-holding, kissing, hugging,
loving. stoopside, truck-ridden all out
loving. i don't need words to describe
this. the hands tell me everything. 09/04/2009 Posted on 09/04/2009
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