To the blind man’s hand-
Warmth echoes through fingertips.
Skin is colorless.
Love, hate, fear-all emotion
Are simply lines on a face.
To the blind man’s hand-
Warmth echoes through fingertips.
Skin is colorless.
Love, hate, fear-all emotion
Are simply lines on a face.
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