Jenny Lee Hurst
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“When I can’t trust my restless fingers near you, / But my gaze returns, because it wants to.”
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“‘Twas the night before Christmas, as I laid in my bed / Although it was quiet outside, many thoughts stirred my head;”
“When I can’t trust my restless fingers near you, / But my gaze returns, because it wants to.”
“‘Twas the night before Christmas, as I laid in my bed / Although it was quiet outside, many thoughts stirred my head;”