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Jun 2020
I can’t remember,
the day you held my hand,
at the parking lot,
did a lot and we tried to stop,
was i distracted by the heavy rain,
or was it your presence?
overwhelmed,
panicked,
scared,
so i pulled my hand,
when really,
it was what i was dying for.
eloïse
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   shamamama and Prerna Singh
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