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Nov 2012
I am so tiny

I have never once loved because it was tangible,

I have loved because it wasn’t

And then, when I believed it was mine

I let it slip right through my fingers, hoping it will be cold





With warmth-

I would melt
Sky
Written by
Sky  Philly
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