Our lovers’ hands are where our hearts belong.
We were not designed to be alone.
Dust your heart for fingerprints…
You will never find your own.
Our lovers’ hands are where our hearts belong.
We were not designed to be alone.
Dust your heart for fingerprints…
You will never find your own.
Blue Fences 
Nicely written, love the usage of foreshadowing, really allowed you to flow.
Yonnie💜
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Thank you 💙💙💙
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You are welcome 💜
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This is really good
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Thanks!
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Welcome
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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I don’t find anyone else’s fingerprints there either. Just a couple of dents and a footprint…
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LOL love this!
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That’s beautiful 💕
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💙
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So beautiful and true 💖😊
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Oh my goodness, this is beautiful! 🙂
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Aw thanks Susi 💙💙💙
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You’re welcome! ❤
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Love this!
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Thank you! 💙💙
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You’re welcome.
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Awesome!
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Reblogged this on Starry Night.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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