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Oct 2013
In that one second of our hands letting go, I became overwhelmed with the realization that I was losing you.

It wasn't until that moment that I realized when my fingers were begging you to stay and you took your hand away from mine that I knew you no longer loved me.

And like your presence that haunts me, your fingers remain a ghost where they should be interlocked with mine.
Savannah Charlish ©
Savannah Charlish
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Savannah Charlish  20/F/Portland, OR
(20/F/Portland, OR)   
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