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Sep 2015
Everything I touch
turns to gold.
I can't be the one to hold you
or wipe away your tears.
I long for contact,
To feel the warmth of another.
I want you,
I long for you:
But everything I touch
turns so cold,
And I don't want to be the one
to freeze you.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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