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this was nice

By JPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

I reached my arm out,

a shy attempt at a hug,

and you slapped my palm.

heartbreak humor love poems

About the Creator

J

I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil

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Test2 years ago
You have a way with words.

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