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 May 2019
Jen
I want to hide,
Behind the warmth
Of your smile.

In a world,
That at times,
Seems
Made of ice,
Do you think
There's a chance,
We could
Light a fire
Tonight?
cold days, cold nights, warm words, and a fire ablaze...
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