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the way you say my name, like I was the most fragile person in the world. i miss it.
the way you hold me everytime I cry. i miss it.
the way you held my hand. i miss that too.
every single detail.
every single action.
every single memory.
i miss it.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝she's finding herself through unintentional and nonsensical inscriptions of so-called poetry.❞ {copyright: dana r.} ©
