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Dec 2018
These hands reach for warmth
in these dreary months of bitter cold.
Some of us don’t want companionship,
we just someone warm to lie next to
until the thaw.
Mitch Prax
Written by
Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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       Weeping willow, ManxPoetryGuy and Max
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