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Feb 2020
as i take my every step on the wet pavement,
i can feel the breeze of the wind, waking me up
splashes from the puddles of water are felt
by my bare, weak, legs
i can feel myself shaking from the cold
shivering more, as time went by
but then, my phone made a sound
it was you
when i opened your message,
i'm suddenly
not so cold anymore.
thank you for your warmth.
july
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july  19/Pangender/nowhere
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