I hold out my hand
scarred and coarse as it is.
I grasp for yours,
calloused and cold as it is.
I hold on too tight.
And you wrench free, alone again.
I hold out my hand
scarred and coarse as it is.
I grasp for yours,
calloused and cold as it is.
I hold on too tight.
And you wrench free, alone again.
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