Literature
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And your hands,
They fell upon my lap as tears,
Wet, shining, weighted,
fell into my palm
from your cheeks
And I,
I wiped them all
Away
With the back of my hand
As your lips
Caught mine,
And your hands,
Took mine
And our tears
slid d
o
w
n together
With our hearts
[consecrated]
They mixed together,
where the folds of our lips met,
Where our hands laced and entwined,
and we pulle