His hands,
I never thought,
That hands could be that beautiful.
I never thought,
That I would draw his hands,
Over and over.
All through my sketchbook.
His hands
His hands,
I never thought,
That hands could be that beautiful.
I never thought,
That I would draw his hands,
Over and over.
All through my sketchbook.
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