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Nov 2013
The world is burning.
The sky is falling.
Everything's crashing.
Fire and blood,
and destruction and
pain.

But all I know
is your hand in mine,
warm and sweaty,
your rough skin brushing against
mine,
your fingers filling
the spaces between mine,
and those little
squeezes that you give me,
hard and
reassuring.

You will never
let me go,
and as long as I
know this,
I don't care
whether everything
is falling apart.

Because we aren't.
And we stand tall
as everything
turns into
nothing.
raw with love
Written by
raw with love
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   Patricia Tsouros
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