Adriana's Poetry: A collection

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Your hands used to be so warm, 

You tightly embraced me, giving me warmth, 

I loved how full of life you were as much as I loved you, 

It always put a smile on my face. 

Now, your hands are so cold, 

And now I cannot hug your lifeless body, 

I hate it all as much as I hate the fact that now you're dead, 

I always frown thinking about it.