I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to

I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to say out loud. In these spaces between, our fingers meet and they fit. Perfectly. There were no walls. No secrets. I like how our hands knew how to be together at times we can’t seem to.

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