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I tried holding my hand once
Not because I felt cold
Or it has gotten dirty
I did it because
I was trying to get back
To that time in the past
When all I ever did was
Love you the best way
I could
It was a phase when
I woke up with butterfly kisses
Moments when I breathe
What you exhaled
It was during those nights
That I loved you the most
I felt connected
Not only to you
But to us and to a future
And yet no matter how long
I held my own hand
I did not feel you there.
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*Picture from besilentbestill.wordpress.com
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