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and it isn’t so odd that we become each other’s caretakers, as like children, we reach for love, as if we’ve never endured a long winter’s night alone, hope the last matchstick lit in our hand.
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
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and it isn’t so odd that we become each other’s caretakers, as like children, we reach for love, as if we’ve never endured a long winter’s night alone, hope the last matchstick lit in our hand.
erin-suurkoivu
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
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