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Apr 2019
Hate feeling alone.
Not knowing when to let go.
Love seeing your face.
Even on a cold winters day.  
I’d risk it all for you.
You make my cheeks go pink.
It’s funny since you wouldn’t think,
that I love you oh so much.
I get overwhelmed by your slightest touch.
Written by
MA  F/London
(F/London)   
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