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Jan 2015
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
Autumn Whipple
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Autumn Whipple  sacramento . california
(sacramento . california)   
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