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Monday, April 17, 2023
Holding Hands
Holding Hands
One's hand holds
when one is cold,
when one is bold,
when one is sold
on an impossible idea;
the idea that love is real
in a world seemingly without,
in a world seemingly about survival
and not the arrival
of a special one.
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