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Love

 

You were holding my hand,

I couldn’t help but notice how lose your grip was around my wrist,

Your hand was so soft, 

Cold even,

But I loved you, 

I felt your warmth by one breath in,

Then you let go of my hand,

and I’ve never loved since.

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