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shortfingertips play with the keys of your spineshort
like a piano softly in tune with your breath
and when you graze my hair with your lips,
i can hear the faint sound of strings being played.
never knew the comfort of another set of hands
until you placed them on my face and held me,
my own skin has never felt so good to me before.
feet want to move and to walk and to leave
and minds want to break free, to be free, to get free,
my mind has never wanted to stay in one place for so long
and my feet have grown roots in the soil like trees, for you.
by ~photocopiedatheart
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