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Dec 2017
My hands feel cold like ice cubes
They are shaking and awkward
My hands are aching for contact
They are yearning for the touch of your hands
My hands are confused because they don't know what to do when they aren't intertwined with yours
They are incoherent because they now only know what it feels like to hold on to a bottle of liquor
Angela Rose
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Angela Rose  28/F/Fort Myers
(28/F/Fort Myers)   
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