“Of course I wish to hug someone’s bare back,
to feel their bare skin with my bare palms,
but I think that’s just not for me
because everything that I touch turns to ashes.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
my hands are cursed
“Of course I wish to hug someone’s bare back,
to feel their bare skin with my bare palms,
but I think that’s just not for me
because everything that I touch turns to ashes.”
