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hand

27/9/2020

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❝ i sit and i hold your hand.
that’s it. that’s the story.
that’s what matters.
nothing that came before,
none of the bleeding or the fighting,
the weeping or the reaping.
not the mud or the rain,
not the cold or the pain.

just you and me and your hand
in mine.
because i sat and i held it
and your fingers opened
like you didn’t mind.
like it was easy.
like we could’ve been doing this 
all along.

nothing else matters.
not where we’re going, or how,
not what’s to become of us,
or what’s to be done now.
i sit and i hold your hand.
that’s it. that’s the story.
there’s no before or after.
just this. just us.
​

just that i sit
and i hold your hand. ❞
— a break, a coming together
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