July 2011
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Put your arms around me, baby dont ever let go.
Secretly, I love it when you trail your fingertips across my bare skin. I love the fact how it is the same delicate touch that you apply against porcelain keys to create that beautiful melody; the same calloused fingertips that grasps the worn-out surface of a basketball; and the same warm squeeze that embraces the crevices between my fingers. I remember the time you told me that I was fragile,...