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Apr 2016
Gripping. Your hands,
slicked with sweat. But I had
to hold it (hold it) tighter.
Heights aren't scary.
but
I've dropped your
porcelain
skin one time too many.
Left me wary.
No more scars for us.
Little cracks show emotion.
Oskar Erikson
Written by
Oskar Erikson  20/M/London
(20/M/London)   
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