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The warmth in your hands

Filled me with edges

And renewed hopes,

The dawn’s crisp air

Breathed past the echoes

Of our voices.

You saw it wasn’t me

Grieve and the taste of loss

Had left me numb and lost

But this is home, you said

We’ll survive the years.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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