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Aug 2015
i told myself
not to fall in love,
never to fall
in love.

but then you cupped
my hands,
my freezing hands,
against you,
and breathed warm air
into them.

you brushed
my hair out of my
eyes and looked into
them like you were
looking for pieces
of my shattered soul.

your thumbs traced
over my lip lines
and yours curled
into a smile.

you kept me warm
with just your arms,
and your lips
pressed against
my cheek.

and for a moment,
we were one,
and i let myself

and in the morning,
you were gone,
and i was reminded
of why i couldn’t let
myself fall
in the first place.
Emily Garcia
Written by
Emily Garcia  Miami, Fl
(Miami, Fl)   
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