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Jan 2018
i would, I wouldn't, I could, I couldn't.
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nights thrown away
casually
these
unrealising, unrepentant, ungrateful
hands.
ephemeral friendship.
and
the moon was snuffed out.
these hands.
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give me a chance
to be alive with you
to have these reckless hands held
*once again.
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
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