Day 1978, touch. Daily picture, Poetry I like to touch your face like you touch a rose ~ but something scares me to get closer ~ it’s what holds you up and cut’s me Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related
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