| gloves | ||
| in a silent way |
my hands need to grasp, and claw, and clutch. i want to touch your_face without any barrier separating skin from skin. i want to feel the sting of cold air on my knuckles. i want to feel the tingling sensation of heat returning to reddened fingers while haunting a_warm_place after a long walk. gloves have always felt like obstacles. obfuscating devices. good, deep pockets, on_the_other_hand... |
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