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May 2016
my fingers are always icy,
cold hands
always a purple or red color,
cold hands
my fingers never interlocking with his,
cold hands
But you with your bright eyes and kind smile,
you're all mine
The way you look at me left me with,
warm hands and flushed cheeks
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   Mirlotta and Bianca Reyes
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