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It's freezing, it's cold.
Have I become a ten-year old,
To want what I don't have in hand?
I'm sorry for missing something I never really had.
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Disentangled Red String
PoetryShe finally disentangled every red string, but instead of turning it loose, she compiled it piece by piece. -- A collection of poems made by yours truly. Copyright © 2020, Quench Manjarrez, All Rights Reserved.
