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when he touches my hand his cold cold hand I smile he smiles, perplexed asks me why I say a cold hand means a warm heart I always presumed and now I know that fact is true for you
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
cold hands, warm heart.
when he touches my hand his cold cold hand I smile he smiles, perplexed asks me why I say a cold hand means a warm heart I always presumed and now I know that fact is true for you
#love#truth#heart#hands
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
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