soft
she was soft
to touch,
and
to hold
she was warm
to hug
and
to cuddle
she was mine
to love
and
comfort
—b.
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THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
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soft
she was soft
to touch,
and
to hold
she was warm
to hug
and
to cuddle
she was mine
to love
and
comfort
—b.
