Tactile
Original
One Last Hug
My hand held
By your gentle touch,
Fingers intertwining
Brushing each other's
In a knuckled pattern.
Your eyes
Capture mine.
Soon our cheeks
Rub together softly
In this cold night air.
My tears tickle us both
As I break away.
One last hug...
And then goodbye
.Remixed
The Finger Which
Makes the fact
That the interwind
The mutual brush is
Employed with my current
Type and model rubbed
With the fist with an end
Embrace your calm contact.
Your eye captures my.
It directly quietly rubs
Our cheeks like this fresh wind of night.
As for am my damage when I broken,
Simultaneously us both? The accomplice who is made.
As for an end embrace...
And next manner if.
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