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Dec 2014
I often wish that I had your hand to hold when I make cold trips through the blistering winds and I would complain to you about how cold my nose is, in hopes you'd offer to kiss me warmer. I would grip your hand tighter as I got colder, and snuggle into your shoulder hoping for a peck on the forehead and I'd kiss you too. All I actually want is you.
Rae La
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Rae La  in dead thoughts
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   --- and Erenn
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