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Jan 2014
He blew me a sweet, good night kiss.

I clasped onto it
Mid air.

And suddenly
I felt as though
I could never let go.

Or maybe,
I would never let go.

I'm holding it now,
Hand still clutching onto the remnants of his warmth...

         Your entity,
         In the palm of my hand.
Written by
Mads
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   Nick Durbin, ---, Kodis and Eulalie
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