take my hand.

take it.

take it.

take it.

take it.

take it.

take it.

take it.

My face is wet with too much rain.
My thumb is on your eyelid.
Where the skin is thin.
Where I can see the blood.
Where I can feel your warmth. From your head.
Feel comfortable to close your eyes and hold me close.

Bite my lip and I won’t mind.
Promise.

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