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Your hand slipped in mine and we held hands. Entwined and tight to hold ourselves in the coldness of the night.
Seconds stretched into lightyears. As it playfully flip back in the back of mind. In how quickly your hand slipped away from mine, I shouldn't have let you go. I could have held you tighter.
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Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
