I hold you so familiar,
I think best with you inside my fingers,
quietly waiting
for the dance to begin.
You tap, I twirl.
You are the straw
that draws the story
out of me
onto the page.
INSPIRED TO SHARE?
I hold you so familiar,
I think best with you inside my fingers,
quietly waiting
for the dance to begin.
You tap, I twirl.
You are the straw
that draws the story
out of me
onto the page.
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