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Mar 2018
Through no fault of hers,
Her hands were fire
And her gaze was ice
Through no bad intentions
She watched me crumble under her fingers
Her soft hands scorched my skin
Through no rhyme or reason
Her smile was twisted
And her hand on my shoulder
Was enough to crush me
Written by
Rj  14/F/Ottawa
(14/F/Ottawa)   
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   jo and adrian
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