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Feb 2019
My hands were cold
Holding yours
My heart was numb
Beating senseless for you

You became my sunshine
Even tho I could not see the light
You became my touch
Even when my hands were cold
Shahlaa Medina
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Shahlaa Medina  22/UK
(22/UK)   
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