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Aug 2019
we held hands
his hand in mine, mine in his
we shared a hand
we shared a thought
we shared our scars

it was two in the morning we talked until dawn
skin that was textured and drawn
as our hands touched we felt no pain

cuts and burns
strong and fresh
deep and new
covered our hands

we wept that's all we could do
Matilda
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Matilda  14/F/London/uk
(14/F/London/uk)   
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