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Jun 2019
Take my hand
Don’t let go
Share with me your doubts and I shall listen
Never feel that your grip is to tight
Even if my hand shall turn purple, Its nerves dying
A hand is nothing compared to an open heart
Soak your grief and
watch as it dissolves into relief
Javanne
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Javanne  23/M/London
(23/M/London)   
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   Philomena
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