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Dec 2018
I remember how sweet it was when you held my hand
Just to let me know you were there and that you cared
But with my hand pressed against yours you noticed

"what are those?"

You caught me off guard
And we were both looking at the faint reddish pink marks all over my wrists and arms

"it's nothing just the cat"

And you smiled a weak smile
Knowing **** well I didn't have a cat
I am currently eating a cucumber. That has nothing to do with the poem, it's just a very good cucumber.
Philomena
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Philomena  24/F
(24/F)   
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