handle with care

The fingertips are wandering on the keyboard
whispering your name in the silhouettes of numerals.
The chances handle with care the parade of desires.
The shape of letters on my lips are getting appetizing.
The messages are murmuring with a kind of fear
in the seconds waited and spent at the other end.
I’m calling. I’m whispering. Dream, do you hear me?
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

RIVVRS ft. The guest and The Host

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