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Apr 2014
You
use to
comment on how
cold my hands always
were, back when you had
them to hold. I guess when
your heart is of ice, it tends
to somehow show Even in the
small ways, like the heart-to-hand
ice flow.
Forever missing him.
Emma
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Emma  A Kingdom By The Sea
(A Kingdom By The Sea)   
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