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Apr 2023
the way he held her
without worry
without concern
made her soul ache

how had his knuckles
fingertips
and calluses

could hold everything that had been breaking
slipping through her grasp

like the shadows could see that his knuckles
were warning enough
just call me caits
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just call me caits
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     Anais Vionet and Carlo C Gomez
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