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Jun 2017
Maybe,
he held me close that night,
not because he loved me once again.
Or that he wanted to feel my
body underneath my summer length shorts and cropped tee shirt pressed up against him.
For maybe,
we both just needed to be held for awhile.
Erica DeAngelo
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