starmouse Id hug you if my hands were free
And if your heart was clear
Maybe youd hug me back.
I watch your hands dance across your water glass
And remember when they danced against me
Furtive two-steps leading to gentle waltzes to
A torrid tango and an eventual bump and grind to destruction.
Your hands are stranger's hands now
Id forgotten about that birthmark, low on your palm.
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