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Apr 2020
laying in bed,
staring at my empty hand
i just wish you were here
to hug me, and hold me
we may laugh,
we may cry
but either way,
we don’t mind
but now i’m hanging on empty hope
that i’ll hold you again
Written by
Lovis Magnus Westberg  Intersex/Alpha Centauri
(Intersex/Alpha Centauri)   
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