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Dec 2015
your hand brushed against mine when i went to open the door
your hand brushed against mine when i turned on the radio
maybe it was a sign
you gave me a hug that day
for 15 seconds i felt safe
you dried my tears that day
i remember the feeling of your thumb on my cheek
maybe it was a sign
d.stanfill
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