Held
I don’t know if I’ve ever held hands like mine same shade same strength just different size and when I left that room I could smell him on my hands and from behind me where he’d stood my sister would know the fragrance if she were here then all I wanted was the arms that hold me every day though I can’t smell them I must smell like him.
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itsjustme
When there are too many words, I write. When there aren't enough, I sing.
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