To the one holding me
Hold my hand.
Hold my face.
It's not a test, it's not
a race.
What we have,
we haven't named.
Please don't forget
that I'm inexperienced and this
is new.
We're learning each other
even while I'm scared to
let go,
even while I'm scared to
hold on.
Hold my hand.
Please
hold my face.
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