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[willworkforska]

You've got your hands on mine, asking "why can't we just try to make this work?" but I'm only half listening.  I'm looking at our hands and thinking about how my hands look like summertime.  Your hands look like winter.  It would be so easy for me to hold your hands the way you want me to, the way you're holding mine, but I think about how summer and winter don't get along and I let mine lay limp in yours.
"well?"  you insist
I answer by shuffling my feet around and looking at my hands, waiting for you to let them go.

Summer seems so far away.