"It couldn't possibly."
But it can, love.
I can take your hand as often as I like.
Hands meant to be taken...but not so deep as I'd like.
And I can take your face, too.
Memory is shit, but your face, it has.
"It couldn't possibly."
But it does, love.
And maybe that's all you were.
A daddy face and daddy hands.
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