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Jun 2017
In my hands
I hold the stories
Of late night calls
Walks down the beach
Whispers of sweet nothings
Hopeful gazes
Drunk shenanigans
And love
every taste and feel of it
I let go
And watch the stories
Be scattered fragments on the floor
Written by
Angelica Torres
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     Elizabeth J and rebecca
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