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1d
I miss your warmth,
but not only the physical warmth,
that boil under your skin,
like it was made to warm me in cool nights,
but the warm thing your smile,
in the words you spoke to me, too,
but I'm not supposed to miss your warmth,
since you are the one to catch me fire
Ashlee Carpenter
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Ashlee Carpenter  14/F/Ohio
(14/F/Ohio)   
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